A Pleasant Retreat I
- Mahrukh Qasim

- Jul 6, 2021
- 2 min read
Updated: Sep 18, 2021
Like a traveler who lost track,
Distressed in desert with meager means to survive.
With fewer morsels and water that he pack,
Comes across an oasis and his spirits revive.
So have I been from a state when positive energy slack,
Borrowed and brought where beauty thrive.
My bottled up emotions I let go from my back,
Under a canopy of blue sky in clear sea dive.
To prevent myself from any further crack,
Thus have I taken a refuge from those who contrive.
Affections of my dear ones in my sack,
All negative energy away I drive.
To reach where beauty doesn’t lack,
Such a patch where sorrows can’t strive.
So I entered forgetting list of issues on rack,
My pulse rapidity a sign I am still alive.
II
Spellbound stood in silence my troubled spirits,
Such sudden shift of scenery to sublime.
A sense of serenity prevails to its furthest limits,
Cluster of trees and plants in temperatures prime,
Create shadows that birds pay their visits.
They chirp for an endless time,
Dancing through water these midgets.
Wings covered with layers of grime,
Slowly sway through water droplets.
And swiftly fly to shady clime.
Then swerve to remove water that soaking sits
On feathers fine thus having a good time
III. Here then among tides that gently touch my visage,
Floating on a water bed that He has laid.
My imagination on board with vast sea stretched image.
Its respects, my eyes still haven’t duly paid.
Immersed in water at an angle I see them rage.
Towards shore in a sequence they rush and raid.
Just like a roller coaster ride we take at younger age.
So my heart leapt as waves my body raised,
As if It was relieved from a cage.
His boundless bounty though i haven’t fairly praised,
Yet my spirit and soul are on the same page.
Vast and violent sea within me thus have I ceased.
IV. I have tasted too much salt,
As waves have tossed me over.
Turbulent sea within has come to a halt.
Undergone a catharsis as an observer.
Though silent yet at other’s fault,
My mind set free to hover.
Thus this heart in its strongest vault,
Developed a courage to uncover
Personal incentives that stick to religion’s occult.
Pretending devout departed further this rover,
To win scores they hurl others with insult.
Leaving no chance to portray their point whatsoever.


Spirit and soul are on the same page is a bliss which most shallow.people can't enjoy at all
That break was much needed and really enjoyed life after a long time.
and it sounds pleasant too ma'am. Indeed, you must have experienced an unforgettable journey.