Held
Held

Held

By earth

By the realness of existence

And all its illusions

By warm stars in a fragrant night

By shadows of clouds and torn leaves

Held

By the roots of my crumbling identity

The falling masks

The fiber of connectedness

Between each other, you and me

Even when we break apart

Held

In this space of unintended calm

Unexpected stillness

Within the eye of the storm

The soft water running to the sea

The salt of my tears

The depth of that empty sky

Held

By the dark and mysterious

By brittle dreams of a frozen heart

And the silent cry of wings that don’t know how to fly

Held

Here, there, somewhere

Nowhere

By flowing time and hollow space

This wild hopeless hope-filled life

And

Breath

Arwa Qutbuddin

Arwa Qutbuddin is a poet, a nature-lover, a soul-searcher, and a philosopher, and is inspired by the strength of the human spirit. She loves hugging trees and thrives on building relationships. She comes from the Muslim Bohra community and feels blessed to have received the gift of sincerity and spirituality from her parents. She is a mother of five beautiful children. Writing poetry has been her passion; she writes to heal, to feel and explore the world of feelings, to appreciate and bow to life’s mystery: the light and the darkness. Her recently published collection of poems, Water my Soul, is a reflection of her inner journey. She is a student of the Masters program in Psychology at the Harvard Extension School, and the Mindfulness program at Lesley University. As a teacher of Islamic philosophy, she is inspired to explore the practice of Mindfulness and Positive psychology as tools for healing and bridging the gap between religion/spirituality and science.

Ouevre

On The Edge

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

Holy intoxication makes my spirit drunk I sip from the lake that holds a sacred moonbeam inside its black waters This beauty leaves me in rapture of the starless night...
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Stars & Promises

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

My body like a leaf quivers in the warm midday breeze I feel the energy vibrate into me and through me Revitalized, I be The wind passes I bask in...
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Opportunity

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

In that one precious moment when our paths cross Perhaps for the first and last time in our lives We can still offer each other a fragrance of love Even...
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Anthology

The Window Seat

Poetry by Knute Skinner

I found Edna stretched out there, absorbing the sun. “You look just like a cat,” I announced and put down my armload of books. “Do you also purr?” “I purr...
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मन के अनुसंधान समझ

Poetry by Omendra Ratnu

मन के अनुसंधान समझ, शब्दों के परिधान पहन …ये कौन आह जगी ? शीतलता से उत्तप्त, सभी स्मृतियों से विगत, क्षितिज पे जागती जोत सी ….ये कौन आह जगी ?...
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मैंने देखा मौन का साम्राज्य

Poetry by Omendra Ratnu

वाणी के जगत के समानांतर, धारण किये उसे भी , किन्तु अस्पर्शित, अभेद्य , अप्रभावित, स्थापित एक वर्तुल में ,स्वयं में लीन विस्तीर्ण और अविभाज्य ! मैंने देखा मौन का साम्राज्य , वाणी के भरता घाव स्थायित्व से , गर्भवती स्त्री सा , स्वयं से ठीक विपरीत को पोषण दे , पूरी सहिष्णुता से, बिन राजा , बिन प्रजा , ये कैसा राज्य ! मैंने देखा मौन का साम्राज्य … भासता निष्टुर , किन्तु है करुणामय , बैठा अनमना सा, ढोता ब्रह्माण्ड को सहज ही , निश्चिन्त उपवास में रत , देता प्रवेश निस्पंद , विदा भी, बिन क्रंदन , परम अद्वैत में स्थित, न कुछ ग्राह्य , न त्याज्य ! मैंने देखा मौन का साम्राज्य
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