Aminath Neena is an English lecturer from the picturesque archipelago nation of the Maldives. Currently, she works at, The Maldives National University. An avid lover of words, poetry is a hobby closest to her heart. Her poems usually revolve around themes such as love, relationships, spirituality, society, human rights and global issues. According to her, poetry is the gateway to spirituality because it resonates purity like no other. Among her achievements include having her poem featured in ‘Words And Music’, a programme on BBC Radio. She believes her writings to be a reflection of her thoughts, her feelings and her life.
TOUCH OF A ROSE
Oh! my juvenile heart, tell me please The lush pink rose dancing with the breeze, Has dazzled you Had she not? She had bloomed from the bud yesterday With such a dainty scent right away That poor you, had been intoxicated Without a sip Today, her face is a little paler To the auspicious hour of her virgin breath in the garden And by morrow’s passion it may become even more ashen With the sun kissing away her delicate rouge The fragrance even less distinct Perhaps a bee or butterfly might have stolen her nectar by night If not, the sun would steal it bit by bit A day after she settles, She will perhaps lose some of her petals As the dew of freshness will be over ruled By the dryness of withering Far worse, that chosen day it just might be her last stay In this temporal domain As the frail limbs may deplete from her torso, so petite to be chased away by her suitors Her scent, her beauty Will become a fleeting memory But yet on this awe-inspiring day none of these did matter to her anyway dancing in tempo with the music Of the rustling wind Encircling her slender waist She glowed happiness Being wooed all of this time now, she thrived somehow Waltzing with all her heart Smiling while she can, till it lasts With no regrets whatsoever Oh! wayward heart, mind you! Learn a thing or two from her, will you! Merry- make while you still can, till it lasts Do not waste your time here in despair For who can foresee tomorrow’s affair?
TASTE MY TEARS
I was looking at your picture a while ago just like I always do before I fall asleep and then couldn't withhold the temptation to kiss you And, as I bent down overwhelmed- perhaps by the joy of finding you even in the aftermath of my sorrow or perhaps by the grief of being realms apart, in this deceptive domain This, I may never know But quite in oblivion twin teardrops- fell out of my eyes on to your face and played tricks on my blurry vision. And, as I watched fascinated, they landed on your eyes making them rejuvenate your naughty gleam like the morning sun And when they sparkled there- I gazed on quite captivated. Then they moved right down slowly to appear as a miniature glacier forming a shallow pool over your lips as if urging you to quench your thirst, as a favour And, as I blinked to clear my wet lashes for a better look- It had vanished taking all evidence of its affairs And yet, I thought I saw your lips move- For a second or two Was it a hallucination on my part or did you, by any chance, taste my tears?