The Night You Left Me

The night you left me, will be part of my whole being forever

The moment you turned your back on me

The moon went away to hide

The hour you stepped out of my home , I met my old self

The time you turned into total stranger saying ” I don’t know you anymore

I embraced the best friend in me

In a series of painful changes

I welcomed my metamorphosis

God came down to hug me’

when you broke the most sacred bond between us

The hour you declared me as nobody

And left me staggering on my heavy feet

I found my invincible heart and unwavering faith in myself

Poem; by Ruqia Ismat

Sunday , Aug 28, 2022


The Fireflies of Reminiscences

Looking at the full moon brings back so much

Can you recall darling?

How roses looked mysterious in the


I dreamt to be your muse once

Only in red dress

And you knew why

Our fantasies were never less adorable

Than our realities

In my memory, oh darling

We are still together

Like a couple dancing eternally

In the ballroom

What is most beautiful about memories

The certainty of occurring

Your kind voice is long gone

My sweetheart

Only echoes are ringing in the ears

I know my heart has better memories

than my mind

Suddenly I open my fist and

Let go of all the fireflies

Of reminiscences

My eyes start showering

My burning heart

Handful of pearls roll down

My face and I feel the odd coolness

Some tears are dismal for losing you

And others are glad for loving you.

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

August 16, 2022.


What Made You Kiss Me?

What made you kiss me?

I am still wondering

I saw it coming

When the sweet mellowness surrounded

Your eyes

That followed a tenderness

Spreading all across your countenance

Wait, darling, wait

Let me, cherish it

Even more now

Yes, it was abrupt

A pleasant surprise

But I wish I could return it

The way I got it

Now I can only replay it

Over and over again

My mind amazes me

With it’s delicate efficacies

Note. Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Saturday, Aug, 13, 2022.


Always Return to Me

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When life betrays you

Always return to me

When you are lighter than an

autumn leaf

And the winds carry you

From place to place

Darling, return to me

When all your looks are gone

And your body laughs at you

Return swiftly to me

I am, yes I am your home

Then come back to me

When you have nothing to give

You will find me waiting for you

Now, you may play around

When you lose this game

Find your refuge in me

Darling , let me be your eternal

Lodging and peace

Because I love the man inside you.

Ruqia Ismat. August, 10. 2022.


When I Miss You!

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Darling, when I miss you as hell

Logic and rationale have lost their spell

The wisdom has left my side and went to hide

My intellect looks timid, then screams for disguise

I yearn for your beloved countenance and ache for your glorious voice

The prudent mind yet mocked at when heart made that odd choice

Your absence, darling shreds my spirit

I see it disintegrating bit by bit

Now I wonder if your recollections can deliver me from this hit?

The agonising moments linger with such a sluggish pace

Don’t I deserve some compassion or grace?

The clock ticks in a sinister and bizarre tone

The world has never been sufficiently known

Life is an enormous and scary game

You, me or nobody else is to blame

For sure, they list me as a lunatic in love

Darling I smile, then embrace all the above

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Sunday, 7 August, 2022.

Simply That

You asked me what made me fall for you ?

That is your beautiful heart and your words

“I love you more darling ! than you do “

So simple yet so intriguing to describe

On your forehead ,a cheeky tuft of hair

Your face glowing in the sun with a flare

Your lovely Buddha eyes closing in your sleep

The pearls of sweat on your skin seep

When I say I have to go darling

And I have a promise to keep

Simply That !

You cracking jokes with a laughter

Then going quiet ,soon after

And your eyes glittering with a moisture

On eggshells , the angels walk around

Quietly , without whisper or making a sound

Lest our precious dreams should broken

Would you like to know more and be guided ?

What are the gifts our souls have provided ?

The kisses are, now the sweetest

And the embraces are the warmest

Honey springs from our lips

And the nights are the loveliest

That simple ,my darling !

We have taken rebirth in this life

How fascinating is the journey and its strife

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Tuesday , December ,6 , 2022.

My cat ” Bubby ” is telling me how she is feeling today . I asked her ” How are you Bubby .

Obviously Bubby seems to have some complaints about life . πŸ€©πŸ€©πŸŒΉπŸ‘πŸ’‹β€οΈπŸ’œπŸ’™ . Yes one more thing . Her mother Alex has more kittens now , but she never abandoned Bubby because Bubby has fragile health , small stature like her aunt Maggie . She is still her Mama’s baby .

The Daughter of The Sun

The resilient daughter of the sun

Runs on the beach

The mountain spirit resides in her

As she passes , the ocean waves compete with one another to catch her glimpse

She hears the laughter and then the whispers of the receding water

The sand of the beach jumps to kiss her running feet

The wind rushes to cool down her burning skin

A deep content smile spreads on the corners of her lips

An impatient peony falls down from her hair on the sand

Her red blouse seems to catch a crimson fire in the setting sun

As she turns around , her white skirt clings to her waist

And almost guilty of mystifying her angelic curves

The daughter of the sun , looks far at the horizon

The setting sun applauds her mahogany hair and casts its last glances

The whole universe stands still and just wants to write her story .

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Saturday , 26 Nov, 2022.

The Haunted House

So, what is deemed more scary ?

This haunted house with a fairy

Or my heart torn, heavy and weary

Hello dear demons ! You are rendering this place pretty haunted

Well ,I am amused and feel even delighted

Keep your promise and be absolute real

Listen to my humble request for a deal

Do you see a lovely glow in my eyes ?

This is gift of pure love that never dies

You can borrow some light with a grace

Then brighten up your dark hiding place

You often appear as a child or a smiling woman

Don’t expect me to be any of your fan

Is it your show of power and hurt ?

Or some savages making me very alert

Now ,let me know what is haunting you in this night ?

Please ,bring this issue to day light

Know that ,I want some peace for you and us

No need to pretend ignorant or ridiculous

Are you sad , hurt or heart broken ?

We ,are children of God and never forsaken

Oh no no ,don’t pop up from that old tree

You are welcome to live here for free

Please ,sit down peacefully and let your hearts heal

Would you share your side of story and have some meal

Note . I was visiting my parents home last October . They told me that their current house is haunted . At midnight , I wrote that poem . Well, a day before I saw a bright bulb on the wall at midnight . I was thinkin who turned it on .it was not real one . It was gone in the morning . The wall was absolutely plain. I told my mom. She told me other incidents have happened as well.

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Friday ,Nov, 18th, 2022

Good day to you my dear kind fellows . Here is my new design . The title is “stay positive and keep going “. The image is from pexels.com and the elements plus music are from #canva.com . Bless you πŸ˜πŸ™πŸ˜ƒ

Stay positive and keep going

A beautiful night descending on my city . Picture taken from my rooftop . I felt like hugging the whole horizon . Well , I felt like being someone like a witch too ??? πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒ Smile plz.