Our Sacred Paradise

Doubts don’t make you beautiful my darling , if you know

They only take away light from your eyes and color from your cheeks

We need lions’ hearts and wolves ‘ blood in our kind of love

I can fix your pale face and make your eyes sparkle again, for sure

Don’t you see how bright the moonlight shines on us

How can you forget the sun rises for both of us

At every sunset I can hear your ocean eyes whisper my name , my darling

Let the tides ebb away and let’s claim our paradise again

Our Sacred Paradise where , we would not let the devil tread between us

The devil has taken you far into a world of Oblivion

Where you don’t recognize yourself anymore

There is no another of you and there is no another of me

My destiny with you is as bright as my hope and trust in us

I have not broken the pen, since I wrote my oath with you , my darling

The ink is bright and wet even now ,like our shiny lips and moist eyes

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Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Tuesday , Sep, 20, 2022.

Your Wild, Wild Heart

Oh , your wild , wild heart is the biggest joy of my life

Your wild , wild heart is the most adorable one , and the most sensitive one

For sure , the wildest hearts are the sweetest ones

Your wild , wild heart was once too shy to let me in

Your wild , wild heart is the softest and the most immaculate one

Your wild , wild heart has turned into my safest refuge

My massive man , you make me smile when you say ” Darling I can’t live without you”

Your wild , wild heart should know that I am its proud winner

Your wild , wild heart did try to scare me away because it was afraid to take chance

Your wild , wild heart is loved the way it was never loved before

The most free , the most evasive heart surrendered to my passion

Your wild , wayward heart beats like carzy in my proximity

Your wild , wild heart never flinched on an enormous pain but cried like hell when I was away

This golden and pure heart makes me whole

What a destiny that I won that invincible heart !

That free heart , a gypsy heart , a faerie heart , and a traveler heart

Found its homeland in me

Your wild , wild heart , the mad heart , is the most sane one

Your wild , wild heart did not listen to you and could not hide my love

This innocent heart worships me and makes a goddess of me

Darling , I adore you ” every time you say

You win my ancient and oriental heart

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Thursday, August 25, 2022 .

How sweet !

How sweet that you are not afraid

To lose me !

How sweet ,that you don’t even know

That I know this

How sweet, that is the common stable bond

Between the two of us

How sweet , you often forget,

what you try to say

when you look at my face

Instead , you say ” you are so beautiful darling ”

How sweet , that one moment

I see a child in you

And I yearn to spoil that child

Then I say ” why don’t you smile darling ?

The next moment you just take off

And say ” I need to go ”

“But I need you to stay with me , I say

How sweet , that eventually makes you smile .

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Mon, Aug22, 2022

More Than Friends

Don’t you tell me that

We are just friends

Instead , we are more than friends

It is pretty obvious like daylight

Would you stop the daylight to enter

Your home ?

And don’t you run from

yourself , darling

Because I don’t either !

Is this not such a blessing

To be more than friends ?

What are you afraid of ?

Why do you even need to hide ?

There is only one answer to the above

Accept the truth of your heart and

Make peace with it

We have been more than sweet friends .

Poem by ; Ruqia Ismat

Sunday ,August 21. 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.

LUNA, The Mountain Witch: art & poem by Ruqia Ismat

loved by many and hated by some

Mumbling a magic under her tongue

Hexes her abusers ,treats her patients

Smile on her lips , stirs in the pot

Summons some ghosts and ties a knot

If you have a fever , she has the answer

In her bowl lies an enormous power

The curse is certain with fumes on potion

Ancient spells set all the faeries in motion

Spirits and demons are here to scare

She dances in the forest with feet so bare

Red is her skirt and long is her hair

If you ever doubt , would you go near ?

Choice is all yours, love her or fear

Empty is your heart but eyes have a glare

Don’t you ever judge , she is a slayer!

My mix media artwork in 2019. The sleeping witch