Poem: A Plastic Doll

I am a plastic doll,
Played around by all.
My heart’s made of steel,
So, I do not feel.

Talk to me or if you want mock,
For my feelings are made of rock.
My eyes are glass and glitter,
My emotions are trash and litter.

I smile to you as you please,
I’m here for you for your ease.
Play with me all you want,
Have fun or if you wish taunt.

For dolls you know cannot speak,
Your love and care they do not seek.
They are not real, just a toy,
They do not know how to cry.

Throw me on the floor or walk away,
I will have nothing to say.
For I do not scream or weep,
I do not have a heart that beats!

Written By Shumila Malik

Poem: Ya Allah!

Ya Allah! Make me strong,
I’m walking on a track that’s wrong.
Ya Allah! Guide me towards the right,
Give me wisdom and awaken my sight.

Ya Allah! I have disappointed you once more,
My conscience feels wounded and sore.
Ya Allah! My death follows me everywhere,
The blazing fire of hell I won’t be able to bear.

Ya Allah! This burden lies heavily on my chest,
I have miserably failed my test.
Ya Allah! You know I am so weak,
Your mercy and grace I seek.

Ya Allah! Don’t make me desire what’s not mine,
Show me the light, show me some sign.
Ya Allah! Please save me from your wrath,
Help me to follow the right path!

Written By Shumila Malik

Love is…

When I was small, I thought love was red roses, expensive gifts and candlelit dinners at private beaches. I imagined love as something grand and romantic and larger than life maybe. But today, I know love is those little things he does for you that make you feel wanted. 

Love is when he lets you eat his favourite piece of meat. Love is when he orders Cheesy Fries because he knows you love them. Love is when he makes you feel like Miss Universe even when you know you are ordinary-looking. Love is when you eat his lunch after a long, tiring day even though he is hungry, but you know he would understand your hunger pangs!  Love is sharing your secrets with him and knowing that you can trust him. Love is feeling safe when you are with him. 

Love is when he gives you all his attention. Love is when he is honest with you about everything whether you like it or not! Love is not only holding hands or watching the sunset or saying “I love you!” Love is stressful and annoying. It is found in those complicated emotions that drag you to the edge, tearing you apart, making you think if what you are going through is really worth it. Love is not perfect. It makes lots of mistakes! 

Love is broken promises and forgotten words. Love is not always forever. Sometimes love is two people walking on the same road but eventually moving in different directions. Sometimes, it is just “enjoy while it lasts” kind of thing! Love is heart-break and weeping eyes!

Love is when you both have practically nothing to talk yet you are comfortable in that silence. Love is when one person loses his temper, and the other is quiet. Love is patience. Love is happily wearing clothes of his choice. 

Love is also getting irritated with each other. Love is those regular fights and arguments that make you either cry or scream at him. Love is when you hate him but still choose to love him. Love is friendship on fire. Love is when you talk to Allah Almighty about him with tears in your eyes and pray for his success and happiness. Love is when you want to perform Hajj holding his hand. Love is when you wish to unite with him in Jannah. 

Written By Shumila Malik

Poem: Ramadan Is Here

Ramadan is here for the sad heart,
Ramadan is a chance for a fresh start.
A medicine for those absorbed in grief,
A time to renew your faith and belief.

When sins mount leaving you guilty,
When your bad deeds make you filthy.
Ramadan comes as a source of relief,
It calms the heart and gives you peace.

When the heart is broken and soul is sad,
When your insides refuse to feel glad.
Ramadan comes to rescue you from pain,
Through sincere prayers forgiveness you attain.

This heart of mine is shattered, Ya Allah,
Everyday in your praise I recite Subhan Allah.
Open for me gates of mercy, Ya Allah,
I am sinner, a repenting Muslimah!

Written By Shumila Malik


Poem: The Kiss


Fragile she was but he was strong,
Upon his tune her heart sang a song.
Heart beats were loud as they stood still,
In the distant world she was on a hill.

Closer they came in the silence of the noon,
In the broad daylight she saw the smiling moon.
Imprisoned in his arms trembling in fear,
She felt very nervous to have him so near.

At his touch her body went numb,
In her mind she heard a constant hum.
Magical moment and desires intense,
They robbed the mind of every sense.

His mouth first grazed her cheek,
That intimate feeling made her weak.
Slowly and calmly he kissed her lips,
Into a trance they both had slipped.

She closed her eyes and drifted far away,
As his lips continued the foreplay.
His hug was tight making her warm,
So powerful was that emotional storm!

The world went spinning before her eyes,
His kiss had her blank and hypnotized.
Breathless she was and so was he,
But both of them were full of glee!

Written By Shumila Malik

Poem: She

Smiling face,
Curly brown hair.
Sporty look,
Skin so fair.

Hard working she is,
Always on her toes.
A gentle heart,
In her ways it shows.

Determined to grow,
Willing to learn.
Bright and shiny,
Sometimes stern.

Open to learning,
Helpful and kind.
Talkative and cheerful,
With an intelligent mind!

Wise in her thoughts,
A kid from outside.
Her dark edge,
She tries to hide.

Great to work with,
She knows how to lead.
Whenever you need her,
She’s ready to pay heed!

Written By Shumila Malik