Mind’s a-wondering, my soul’s unrest, my heart is neither here nor there
Eyes a-fluttering, ears shut tight, words bounce of you without a care
Night’s a-fallen, lights turned out, to lose ourselves in dreams we share
~Ruji x
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Eyes Wide Shut
Eyes Wide Shut
by Ruzina Begum
Open Your Eyes.
Why? What there to see?
Everything yet nothing. Nothing yet Everything.
Searching that’s what we do. Spend our time searching. But searching for what? That we do not know, for had we known the answer to that, we would have found what we’re searching for.
Yet that which we search for is often in front of our eyes.
But we fail to notice it.
Fail.
Why? Is it due to our incompetence? Or is it by choice?
Choice. Do we have choice? Or is it an illusion? Why would we choose pain, suffering, heartache? Because it adds colour to our colouless lives.
What will we do with colour? Colour makes the world go round. Colour makes our world go round.
In that case, don’t open your eyes.
Keep them shut. Wide Shut.
EnJoY!
~*~Ruj~*~
Falling Sky
I’m bored so thought I’d add another poem I wrote whilst hiding under the duvet with my mum and sister ranting and raving the next room:
Falling Sky
by Ruzina Begum
The sky is falling.
No, I am falling, somewhere deep, spinning round and round, fast.
Somebody hold me, stop me from falling. Get me out of this whirlpool called … life (?)
But who? Who can help me? Who is there? No-one is there. No-one can see me. See me falling into this whirlpool. So how can anyone help me?
Ignorance is bliss.
Let everyone remain ignorant of me and my journey (?) Let them be happy, why should they sacrifice their happiness for me? Who am I?
I shall fall but discreetly. I shall scream but quietly. I shall cry but with a smile.
That is life, right?
EnJoY!
~*~Ruj~*~
ThE TuBe
OK I wrote this after a few conversations with my best mate. It started off with her meeting someone on the central line going home, who then gave her their card, at first she thought it was going to be some religious preacher trying to convert her but turned out to be a CitiGroup employee. And it ended with o2 free texts which she was still getting despite passing her 300 free text limit. I know u wont get any of this but if she’s reading it then she’ll definately get this:
The Tube
by Ruzina Begum
by Ruzina Begum
It’s a conspiracy, she told me.
A plan they’ve been concocting since the day you were conceived. Each step a calculated step. Every person you know, you’ve purposely meet. Your taste an acquired taste. But not by you, be them. Your choices are not your own. But dictated by them. The carriage you sit in, the route you follow, the school you go to, the crowd you hang around with. They created it all.
They created you, she told me.
Cos you’re really that important.
EnJoY!!
~*~Ruj~*~
MizzUndaStooD
OK i wrote this when i was hiding in my room trying to get away from everything, i know you’re all gonna think i’m a weirdo but whatever, like i care, i’m gonna share it anyway:
MizzUndaStooD
by Ruzina Begum
by Ruzina Begum
A stranger is amongst Our midst.
Who is he, what does he want, why is he here? Breathing the same air, eating the same food, lying in the same bed. No-one can sense him. No-one can understand him. I can’t understand him. No-one can relate to him, yet he remains, without wanting, without needing, his presence is everywhere. Everywhere I go, everything I see, I do. Everytime I am around he is there.
Who is he?
He is no-one.
He who exists without existing is no-one.
BUT me.
EnJoY!!
~*~Ruj~*~
