Nightingale

Hello readers,

I am excited to introduce you to my first ebook on lulu.

It’s a short collection of seven poems about relationships, heartbreak and self-cure.

Here’s a sneak peak inside:

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You can download it for free at:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/adda-germon/nightingale/ebook/product-23167966.html

Happy reading!

Thank you 🙂

A pigeon’s fate

When I was not carrying your burden, my feet weighed as light as the feathers of a homing pigeon. My soul as pure as the whiteness of its body. My wings carried me high and above, taking me wherever I wanted.

But you plucked on my feathers and made quills out of them. Dipping them in my blood, you wrote my life, my destiny for me. How far was I supposed to go? Who was I to meet? All my decisions were in your hands.

You built fresh nests around me and asked me to lay eggs and each time when I refused, you built walls around me, their levels as high as your insecurities.

Now I can barely catch a glimpse of the painted glass windows of the house nearby. They have always joined my screams when you would go away. And I know once I am completely confined in these walls, my screams will not be muffled, rather, they will be so loud, loud enough to explode those windows and send sharp shards flying all around. And at that point I would wish deeply in my heart for one of those to find your way and pierce through your rough and callous skin. I want you to bleed, I want you to cry in pain and then with those broken shards I want to write the destiny of your life, just like you wrote mine.

March

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Smell of March's air
nostalgia and a certain kind of sadness
an unexplained sadness
The whiff of bar b Que on grill
from the neighbors house
and the thoughts of losing before trying
circling around me
March's message carved in the air:
Even if you are lost, does not mean you can't be found
Hold your hand up and I will flick you up in the sky
and you'll see how insignificant everything is below you
So do not worry, O beautiful
lie down on the cool green grass
and breathe me in
I will give you some of my strength
until April takes my place

-Saira Tabassum-

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Uncertainties

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I am melting slowly like a butter in your hand
My silly dreams 
oozing through your fingers
down down on the ground
like acid rain pouring 
destroying your metal palace
knocking down your flower pots
one by one
The bitter taste of my dreams
stagnant, frozen, stuck
and broken under the heavy weight
of uncertainties