Voice
Voice

Surreal this magical mess of being a woman riding high on passion and pain
Swimming inside my liquid eyes this dream of a world
Where softness is the new sacred
And kindness the new courage
Sleeping soundly with an awake heart
While the candle of innocence burns its gentle flame
And waits for the wax to soften
The light fades away into a warm halo of whatever is left from today’s unsaid words
Tomorrow is a new day, perhaps my voice will be heard

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.

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One into the Other

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

The cup of tea I make for you Has something in it of the rustling leaves I saw yesterday while lying under the trees Their gentle movement stirs itself through...
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Perhaps

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

Perhaps we need to shatter and scatter so that we may trace our way back inward slowly – breath by breath – into the wholeness of existence And as we...
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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

जो रो ना सके वो जवानी क्या

Poetry by Omendra Ratnu

जो रो ना सके वो जवानी क्या ! जो हंस ना सके वो बुढ़ापा क्या ! जो चल ना सके वो हौसला क्या ! जो मिट ही जाए वो फासला...
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Perhaps

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

Perhaps we need to shatter and scatter so that we may trace our way back inward slowly – breath by breath – into the wholeness of existence And as we...
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Morning Sunshine

Poetry by Sanaya

Morning sunshine hugs my bones Light that trickles in slowly And then drenches Alive, and hot But a love that melts in my mouth Tickles the tops of blades of...
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