'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, TILL DEATH DO US IN

TILL DEATH DO US IN

Last night I woke up from a dream,
To realise, that it was not what it seemed,
My companion for my relaxed hours,
Was wet through and through...
No I had not done it...
It was the thunderstorm that possessed it:
I totalled the time,
That flew past the chime,
That rung from my alarm,
To raise me with charm
Out indeed I shall pay no heed
The mattress and I look alike
Bulging from the sides-out, vital statistics 40,40,40

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, GUILT COMPLEX

GUILT COMPLEX

Enclosed in a shell like a tortoise,
Keeping away from the lively movements & noise,
My own I fail to recognize,
Do not shake hands with me please
I am no more, no more at ease,
I suffer from a guilt complex,
Was I the one to destroy a friendship
Or lose my temper in a relationship.
The other day I threw some litter on the road,
Turned a deaf ear to the call for prayer,
I suffer from a guilt complex
I am amazed at my faults.
Have I them or have I not?
Is it just the state of my mind
Or has somebody without cause have me to remind
Of a non-existent situation,
Will I ever surface, 1 suffer from a Guilt Complex.