Eight Feet Tall

Bismillah… I am a dwarf. But I am standing on the shoulder of a giant. And the view is great from up here! You can have the same view, too! But at first you have to admit that you are a dwarf. And then you have to stand on the shoulder of a giant.

The Artist

The pull
of the unknown.
The call
Of colours.

Where to
From here?

They ask me
I am standing
On the shore.

They know
I can swim.

I am afraid
Of drowning.

I was
A wanderer,
A vagabond,
A fearless soul
Who would
Tread on fire.

I have
Calmed down.

I have learned
To breathe.
To cherish
The moments.
And not
Turn them
Into memories
Without living
In it fully.

I have learned
To come
To a standstill.

I have learned
To start
My journey
Yet again.

This time,
I will walk
Towards The Light.

I will not
Tread on fire.
But extinguish
It instead.

I don’t know
What kept me
So long.

I am free
To embrace love.

I am ready
To give my all
To The One
Who gave me
All that I have.


Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: April 20, 2014
shorturl: http://wp.me/p33PbB-fp

An unknown blessing

No known thought
Or feeling.
Something unknown
Is gnawing
At my heart.

My heart
Is bleeding.
Like a wounded soldier
In a battlefield.

It is bigger
Than my existence.
I don’t know
What it is.
But I am
Familiar with it.

It has been
A part of me.
For years.

I know
When it grips
My heart.
But I
Don’t know
What it is.

I have learned
To make friends
With it.
The unknown company.

My pain.
An unknown friend.
A blessing
To me.

I know that
It brings me
Closer to my Lord.
And it brings me
On my knees.

Oh, Lord!
I don’t want
That takes me
Away from You!

Bless me
With this sorrow
That is unknown
To me.
Over and
Over again!

Let me be
Truly happy
Only when
I see You!

Until then
Give me
The strength
to bear
This unknown pain.

That torments
My heart.
And torments
My heart.
And torments
My heart…


Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: April 20, 2014
shorturl: http://wp.me/p33PbB-fk

A private affair

There are times
When I am
As silent
As a moonless night
When all
You can hear
Is the sound
Of a lonely cricket.

There are times
When words
Cannot do justice
To gems
That sparkle
In silence.

Some things
Are meant
To be treasured
In solitude.
In silence.
Only in the company
Of The Beloved.

Love is,
After all,
A private affair.


Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: April 20, 2014
shorturl: http://wp.me/p33PbB-fh

Identity crisis

I don’t see myself
As a worshiper
Of a certain race
Or culture.

My skin colour
Or weight
Or height
Does not define me.

Nor does
My birth certificate.

The degrees
I have earned
Can neither
Nor measure
The knowledge
In my heart.

Beauty standards
Cannot idealize
The beauty
Of my soul.

All these and
Everything else
Help you
Put a label
On my being.

A label that
I too
Adhered to
When I was
Suffering from
Identity crisis.

All this
is a part
Of me
That is earthly.
To the naked eye.

But there is

There is more
To me
Than eyes
Can see.

I am the one
Who submits
To the Will
Of The Lord
Of the lords.

And this is
My only identity.


Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: April 19, 2014
shorturl: http://wp.me/p33PbB-f8

My best friend

Who is
Going to light
My path
When darkness
Obscures it?

Who is
Going to
Remind me
Of a brighter

If not You,
Who will
Warn me?

The whole world
Wants to trap
My soul?

If not for You
I would not
Have found
The Straight Path.

If not for You
I cannot make it
To the end.

I know not
What to do
With myself.

I wait for You
To guide me.

My last breath.
And beyond.


Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: March (date:?), 2014
shorturl: http://wp.me/p33PbB-f5


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