Immane Shiphrah

THE AUTUMN WIND AND LEAF

He walked in, the breeze on an autumn night
making the leaves dance, left to right
the radiant presence, what a beautiful sight
every time he passed by, things felt right.
one leaf , to the autumn breeze asked
“would you be my man?”, falling for that mask.
they held hands and took their oaths
oh that green leaf, and wind in black coat.
she danced every time he passed by
but to him she was nothing more than a passerby.
one cold night, when the leaf was sick
she lost her green, looked like a brownish brick.

she saw him coming from afar
she was overwhelmed with a racing heart
but soon to her surprise , he pushed her down
she fell from the tree , like a queen’s falling crown.
she screamed WHY? he Laughed WHY NOT?
said ” u are just another dying fly, drawn to the flame hot
u are just another leaf in this world of woods
to think you are my whole garden, you must be a fool.”
broken hearted the leaf died
but that’s how most stories end but its a lie.
yes came the winter after
she spent mourning with her soul shattered
but she didn’t take long to come back to life
’cause she knew we all have battles to fight
Like a phoenix she began to sprout
turned into a lady so strong and so proud
i might not be the only leaf in your tree
but I’m the only leaf, about whom the world now reads.
broken trust, ailing relationships
do break us, but only to fix.

Paper Boats

my being tattered , its tender skin ploughed with grief and agony
my heart shattered, my memoir filled with a never ending melancholic symphony.
‘what a wonderful world ‘ say you, but ask me not, ‘ what is life?’ ,
to me , an ailing girl , life is blue ,its wonders a lie.
I am a little lady, sitting by a brook
not I, a girl so steady, my foundations are shook
sat I there everyday, sending paper boats into the water
hoping they would reach the abbey, where the abbot is none but the father.
wish I , my tender paper boats don’t sink
’cause its a long way to go, and they carry what I think.
insurmountable, the journey seems
so impossible ,my prayers , to reach God, seem.
they wont get there. Knowing it still, I kept sending my boats
isn’t that in the storm, what is called, FAITH ! Believe I, the only way to keep my boats afloat!

I fell in love

I didn’t feel anything for a long time
wasn’t bold enough to cross the drawn line
my mind was bleak and my heart felt empty
i couldn’t smile though the reasons were plenty
i tried everything i could to feel something
maybe falling for someone, dating and dancing.
i wanted to feel the ground beneath my feet
i wanted to feel the smell of the flowers in the breeze
maybe love? maybr hate?
maybe smile ? or atleast break…?
maybe frirndship? maybe peace?
maybe joy that never cease?
But i felt nothing , my mind was bleak
my heart went numb, my emotions leashed….
one day… oh that one day
everything had to change.
walked into the bathroom with a pack of blades
about to put them on my viens and cut them away
that moment , something said wait
a reel , in front of my eyes, began to play.
for the first time ever, i could feel my heart beat
for the first time ever, i started to feel.
for the first time ever, i fell in love
not with the handsome guy that lives next door
not with the boy i met down the street
not with the man , who’s the conversation’s heat.
i fell in love, with my mother.
with the way she holds me everytime i cry, like no other.
i could see how much it would pain her if i leave
why should i break her heart when all she did was love me.
i fell in love, i fell in love with my daddy
with the way he looks at me when i sleep
with the way he puts up a brave face
just to make sure i dont give up in the race .
i saw how much it would hurt him, if i die
he would feel hopeless and call God blind!
why should i make him cry, when all that he did was make me smile ….

for the first time ever, i started to feel.
threw that pack of blades away
because that day i started to heal
and atleast for my parents wanted to stay.

this is the story of how i dived
into a pool of feelings , before i died
mom and dad held me tight
that moment, living never felt more right!

don’t tell my dad

If you find me dead tomorrow
please dont tell my dad …
without me he’d feel so hollow,
he would feel terribly sad…
he left me footprints to follow
but i was so scared
was succumbed to my sorrow
and was hurt pretty bad…
drowned though the water was shallow…
screamed for help, they thought i was mad..
i couldn’t stand the deathblow
because no one really cared
in pitying myself , i wallowed
started hating everything i had…
now that im letting my words flow,
after a long time i feel glad
but still im sinking below
the weight of the problems that constantly add…
i always hide what i undergo
beneath a pretty charming facade…
now im feeling vey low
i don’t think there’s a better plan
than to leave it all here and go
because my clock is lagged
so I’ll close my eyes ‘fore it shows
because its too late, hurts too bad
I’m sorry im leaving tomorrow
please take care of my dad .

changing clouds

Look up darling, what is that you find?
fragments of heaven floating in the sky….
cotton candies for the little angels of high
oh that etheral beauty, that paint the blue sky white…
even that beautiful thing , changes shape and size
to engage the sky gazers, with a beautiful sight..
sometimes that mass of glorious white
has it own share of dark times…
they scream thunders and they also cry..
the rain that showers down ,on a cold winter night….
even the clouds that are always high
feel the anguish and part by part die
so its okay to feel broken and fake a smile ..
its ok if u cant stand… its ok to run and hide…
but remember oh dear…the water that comes down do revert in time
the clouds might now be gone , but they’ll soon climb
up the rivers and lakes, the seas far and wide
into that majestic mass , behind which the sun can hide…
yes darling! they had a dark night
but remember , they held on and put up a fight..
change is inevitable, sometimes makes us blind
that we dont see that the beauty’s on the other side….