Our World

He's awake:

My breath 
had left me completely 
as I lay beside her,
counting her shallow breaths,
feeling the rhythm of her heartbeat 
which lulled me to sleep.

She's awake:

As I lay beside him,
with the moonlight casting 
a shadow 
over his cherub like features 
and his warmth engulfing me, 
it was this warmth of his
 that kept me safe, 
from many a
 cold sleepless winters.

In the broad daylight,
With the chaos of this world around us 
We still lay underneath our white blanket-
In our little world, untouched, 
unblemished.
                                    - Khateeja Sadaf

Blind love:

I love you,
 not cause of the way your eyes
 crinkled at the corners when you smiled.
I love you,
not cause you have delectable cheekbones.
I love you
 for your infinite scars 
which gave me faith that -I can heal.

I love all of you, flesh-skin-bones-soul. 

And when I grow ol', 
and don't remember my name,
All I want to remember is-
 your every contour,
Like a blind man reading Braille.
          
                                       -Khateeja Sadaf

How can I?

How can I?

How can I help you,
When I'm drowning.
Wish it was easy as ironing a crease,
When you're frowning.

Oh friend!how can I make you smile
When I'm faking one.
This is the irony of my life,
It makes me so undone.

How can I talk to you?
When my breath catches in my throat.
Every time you threaten to leave,
I have the urge to hide your coat.

 Don't call me a traitor,
 Don't call me a glib.
 I meant each word,
 Uttered from my lips.

How can I kiss the pain away,
When I have salt on my own wounds.
The road is steep,
Full of narrow bends,
I have a hole in my grey shirt,
That no tailor can mend.

No sire, I won't give up!
On this immortal bond of friendship,
I'll steer it away from all obstacles,
And make it one of life's miracles.

                                                       - Khateeja Sadaf

Story Of My Life

Many have written,

A word or two,

The story of their life,

 I wanna write too.

I was born an ugly duckling,

But only my heart turned into a beautiful swan.

 I wish I could turn every sorrow into delirium,

With a magical wand.

I live in self pity,

Regretting the time lost,

 For I haven't done anything in life,

Which I rather boast about.

The only hope I get ,is by 

Immersing myself in books,

I fanatsize myself as one

Who has enough courage

To get mess off my hook.

 Oh why!Oh why!

 I have everything

But own nothing

 I have life.

But no essence.

 This is my world

Without any sense.

                               - Khateeja Sadaf

Observer's Note: (like an Author's Note)

I write, not for the fame or accolades
I write,not for my name to be written in the chronicles.
I write cause my soul gets consolation- 
hearing the sound of the pen scratching against the paper.  
                                          - Khateeja Sadaf

A collection of short poems:

Oneirism:
What can I say?
Sometime I make pipe dreams with you.
Sometimes you are my pipe dream.
But your smile breaks my reverie,
Cause I know it wasn't meant for me.

The Girl Wearing A Straw Hat:
Someday... somebody will notice 
the stars dancing in my eyes,
the sun caressing my hair..
see me for who I am,
that's when I become sublime.

Woven Unwoven:
We're spools of yarn-
 different color, texture
Waiting to be unrolled.
Waiting to be spun,
Into a story untold.

Blasphemy:
What's with this rotten world?
People now use the word "love" like a profanity.
It's found in every sentence like an article-"a","an" or "the".
What they call "love"
I'd call it idiocracy.