MY FIRST FLIGHT. WHERE I LEARNED A LOT, LOST A BIT πŸ’ . Feel my poetry.

My first flight



The day I felt feelings,
I realized what life is.
The emotions which makes you upon knees,
And the lusciousness of dwellings in it!


There are secrets with unknown formulas,
Which has no cessation .
It takes you to an unknown destination.
The hopes and fears of loosing someone,
But as long as there’s memories
It feels no true loss.



The silhouettes left for me,
That can’t be erased which caused me pain!
Beacause it matters, otherwise everyone’s just a matter which is dissolved in the soil and soul.
To achieve something great,
I need to loose numerous things !

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INDEPENDENCE DAY POETRY – ‘WHEELS OF EVOLUTIONS’ BY AALIYA FATMA

WHEELS OF EVOLUTIONS



The tales and stories of your dynamism ,
The Indian born temerity
I’ve heard honourable inscriptions you left
I’m inspired, the way you held the soldering!



Every body has fear ,
But you had no fear of dying
And that’s why this tricolour is flying!
The prestigious moment of your life
When you chose to volunteer,
For the guts you showed, I’m adhere!



Our eyes are wet, for the proud feeling of your death!
“You made the contribution to numerous Indian’s breadth!”

– Aaliya fatma

“CORONA VIRUS IS A BOON”

Corona virus is a boon.

The currently most infectious one in the world is CORONA VIRUS. “The technology is the bright future” – this is an unsorted thinking of people. It’s proved, technology is not everything at some point. If the technology is meant to be so good ,then why people are still dying and being infected?
It has been over complete nine months, but are the people still not safe? People are still inside a cage .

With the fear of catching the disease, people have been taking great precautions to keep themselves clean. They are focused on washing their hands and using hand sanitizer, which is a great habit to have. In the future, after the pandemic, they will continue to be focused on keeping themselves clean.

Parents are usually caught up in work, and children are spending their time playing sports, completing schoolwork, and hanging out with there friends. Now our lives are very different, as we are all quarantined inside our houses. This is a great thing because families can bond and spend time together. Despite the fear of the Coronavirus, families can fight this disease together.

I was recently reading the news, and I read a very interesting outcome of the virus. Because everyone is trapped inside their homes, the climate has become much better. Researchers in New York showed carbon monoxide mainly from cars had been reduced by nearly 50% compared with last year. Scientists say that by May when CO2 emissions are at their highest due to the decomposition of leaves, the levels recorded might be the lowest since the financial crisis over ten years ago.

What matters now at this point is your fascinating luscious language.The language which I meant is – ” The people all over the world hace different different languages and customs, but the sweet cessationative common thing is behavior .” When you behave nicely, you hold a special unknown bond with your kind and loving nature.

In this Covid-19 crisis, we have really learned that ,we humans need a hand to hold. We humans need each other rather than proning ourselves as a slave of technologies.

” A Smile is an expression without an expression of inking , it is the kindest and aphoristic one “.

Similarly our behaviour can be seen and heard even by blind ,deaf and even returned by dumb.

Some times we need a shouder to lean on. In this difficulties and we have to be a compassionate person rather than being a selfish.

I believe that Corona virus is a boon because we have learned many things. Every difficulty is a lesson for us. Dying never stops, it goes on. Those who are meant to die, will definitely die, even by a small mosquito. It feels strange to die due to a single mosquito bite, but it the truth of life .

What do you suggest for this, do you agree ?

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“My better half”- poetry by Aaliya fatma

My better half of positiveness,
Where my hope is sure but a prison
To escape the reality!
To enchance and blossom the world ,
Spreading my words!
With a kind smile
And a forgiveness to dial!
Inscribing my writings to sherd!



WHERE I’M NOT THE OTHER HALF OF –



The crushed soul, with some hope
The scar in my heart,
which cannot be fully moped!
The mixed up life, Disguised up.
No purple sun rises securely!
The troubled heart, heavy…
Renewing everyday,Actually



But grateful ’cause not the most
JUST KEEPING IT WITHOUT POST….

INTRODUCTORY POEM -TO ME… BY ME

Introductory poem



A girl born in a state of 36 forts .
Honesty line is in my torts !
A large no. of clumsiness
Or maybe fatigued unsorted perfection.
I have always got solutions to an unknown destiny.



My hobby is greediness of knowledge , writing dairies, learning new languages, reading books, singing and thinking.



Yeah I’m a wierd person ,
I don’t know why people call me a sweet version!



A Highschool student and a blogger.
Don’t believe in any augur;
Being a passionatewriter is my skill
For my expression of chill.
Thinking and curiosity is my pill!


What I feel is, what I express and what I express is,what I ink.

-Aaliya fatma

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This was about me.

Your Smile Matters to someone -poetry by Aaliya fatma.

Your smile matters to someone



The patience which gives me hope
To secure another rope.
To endure the pain,
To conceal my tears.
To conculde my fears!
Due to the smile of yours!



The naughtyness of yours,
Will be forgiven for the cuteness,for sure!
Because your smile matters
Which absorbs my dreamy shatters.



You’re single movement,
Decides enrichment for my mind,
A destiny to find –
Is your smile fake or real?
Because your smile matters!



“SMILE IS THE SHORTEST, KINDEST AND MOST EXPRESSIVE WITHOUT EXPRESSIVE WORDS”

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It’s truly dedicated for someone close to my heart, thinking that I wrote it.❀

ONE PERSON I’M GLAD I MET (I LOST A FRIEND UNKNOWINGLY) BY AALIYA FATMA

She is my something and she was my every thing. My life quote is “We are pieces of what we remember. Of what we hold in ourselves, the hopes and fears for those who love us. As long as there is memory , there is no true loss. (Mortal instruments)

‘You cant just erase everything that caused you pain.'(Mortal Instruments)

She taught me to live a life without disturbing it. She is the one whom I keep safely in the depts of my heart.

Sometimes I think ” You can’t me a different person and leave “.(Looking through Alaska) Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, sonething you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go or soomeone you’re afraid to care. It’s gonna hurt ’cause it matters.Actually It’s gonna hurt .

That’s the thing about pain it demands to be felt .(FAULT IN OUR STARS) .She taught me how to avoid it and feel it.

She explained – ” you spend your whole life stuck in the Labyrinth, thinking about how you will escape it one day , and imagining that future keeps you from going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present”. ( looking through Alasaka). How will we escape the labyrinth?

I’m happy that I would miss her living in my life. I’m happy for telling her last time when we met that I’d care for her.

Things that seemed okay at that time cause we could not see the future. There are many of us who us who would have to live with the things.

It seems like infinity within the numbered days. I would forgive her, to survive this Labyrinth. The only way out of the Labyrinth of suffering is to forgive .I was more than glad to meet her. Whether good or bad, pleasing or painfull, memories stay with us forever.

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FRIENDSHIP FEELS ME LIKE…. BY AALIYA FATMA

Friendship  feels me like …

It just feels me few years back,
When we all became friends despite it’s not . After, my salt &sugar (parents) world,Β  I entered your fun world.Β  You taught meΒ  to laugh, share, care and some times unlimited fun and naughtyness.


My loving Kingdom of fantasies,Β  you all made me real,Β  I just can’t really express how I feel after thinking about those memories and moments spent with you . It makes meΒ  thinking of more childish and the lusciousness and the foolishness of mine. I entered the world and now never want to come out ;maybe I never will .

Distance doesn’t matter ,it really doesn’t has a cessation of ours ,cause it is infinity of our friendship .

SOCIAL BUTTERFLY IN THE SOCIAL NETWORKING ADVANTAGES

The social butterfly is the most common thing and it feels good …..

I don’t think that has a cessation ’cause we are prone to these days. The binge curiosity when you see the concealed ID of someone in social media. It’sΒ  kinda good to meet people of different natures and to learn a new thing from them. Being a social butterfly at social networking sites .Like any group of “Skills” is fair.
‘Cause –

*Sometimes mooting in mooching or agreeing the facts about your hobbies.

* you just know the name and the skill of a person. Literally you will be jolt, if you know different peopleΒ  – age, caste group or a category of society, status and disability posts their writeups .And it’sΒ  actually feels fair because we have our stereotypes of a particular skill dedicating to a particular group of society. At least it becomes fair to all person with equal chances.

* For eg – if a person is middle class and handicapped ,is skilled in playing piano , and if she present her skill in social media.People will like him\her not on basis of discrimination and stereotypes.

*People will know you here for your skill not for particular basis which the society has settled you for.

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Years of experience feels like…..(imagination) poetry by Aaliya fatma

Illustrations with the hope ; and ups and downs in our life, the experience we archived and the the moments we went through , even the bitter memories taught to prone the rough movements in our life.

Life is short and we can’t really decide the deadth or life ! Some people get a long period of lifespan and some people get short!



WHAT REALLY MATTERS IS TO ENJOY AND ACCEPT YOUR LIFE AT SOME POINT TO THE FULLEST!
AND KEEP THE MOMENTS YOU WENT THROUGH ,NO MATTER HOW IT WAS.

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The tip of pen and my perfect key!

the tip of pen, brushing my feelings and desire to store my memory, to feel, every single word and script it as infinity in my heart…..

To convert my expressions into riddle like poem…
So that no body will no, the key of my heart; only the perfect person will enter my heart’s perfect key!!

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‘Salt and sugar’ poetry by AΜ·aΜ·lΜ·iΜ·yΜ·aΜ· fΜ·aΜ·tΜ·mΜ·aΜ· ..!

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SALT AND SUGAR

I was confused,why is salt required when sugar is there?

The question arised; when I was 12 .

Mom is my sugar and dad is my salt!

Just loved you, not your strict kingdom!

Tragedy was my fear!

My heart’s delicacy got broken day by day!

Lone was now my way!

Fake smile was always my response!

Tragedy now , was nothing meant to me now!

I forgot that my childhood was like : Aww !


As the years went by – I got, tragedy was not to die.

My heart’s delicacy is toughness; for it is that a day can’t come without pasing through night.

You were always near me; filling the jars of happiness for future !

Can’t stop seing your marvelous perfections!

Life without salt,is a life without upgrade!

CAN’T STOP LOVING YOU ; IT’S AN EXPRESSION THAT CAN’T BE FULLY EXPRESSED!

My advice is always – ” Be my parents, they’re brilliant “.

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THE WARRIOR IN MY DREAMS… πŸ‘Špoem by -AALIYA FATMA. SOMETIMES IT’S SO GOODπŸ’– TO DEAL WITH FANTASIES.. πŸ˜Š

The warrior in my dreams…

Charmed by your dashing words! You’re not a superhero; But ambitious enough, to end a power like NERO! I don’t want GERDES; To the world, it occurs ….

Money is worthless; That’s not the surplus ,you have happiness ! Amused by your modesty… Yeah! It’s not a quest (Odyssey) But just in my heart,concealed ! Life’s a battlefield… Ragging! It’s not the fantasies….

Still ‘YOU’RE THE WARRIOR IN MY DREAMS’

Friendship feels… Poem by Aaliya fatma… ”Never to leave you ”

Poems are my source of experience , perseverance, feelings, escaping the tragedy with unknown manner and expression….πŸ’–

I’m weird, was all that explanation !
All my Glossophobia and Claustrophobia went out ;
When I met you.
I’m always shy for the conversations;
Imagination was our creation !
you gave me infinity !



All that was common is books ;
Book is the evidence for…..
When we first met!
The past thinking was crooks….
You changed it ;
For it is my life lits !



‘Weird persons make up the best friendship’

“YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY POSSIBLE”

– Aaliya fatma

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‘Chill Pill’ – poem by Aaliya fatma…. My attitude πŸ˜ŠπŸ’


I’m tough ,not life;
I script my heart ,
Taking a pen and paper!
Life is rough and sharp like a knife,
Be  thy own shaper.
Remember,  the more it gets hit the more it gets shaped (  life is rough )

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Chill pill is to take a pen and paper
Script your heart!
Writing makes me kinda okay;
I’m  alone is not to say,
My writings are with me!
What I feel is, what I write
Yeah!  That’s what is my sight!

Uff..! This homework. Poetry by Aaliya fatma

Uff this homework!
With my fatigued mind;
Conquering my most of the time;
Concealing my hobbies ,
Just to find prime!

The Tangled tale ; crossing my mind!
A person combined from different teachers,
It’s  not fair  !!
Expect him to have all the features ?
Give me some time for my air,
It’s  my ingress …..

HAPPINESS MATTERS NOT THE PROGRESS; AT SOME POINT, FOR ME ……

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‘THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST AND THE TORCH FOR THE Future’ Poetry of inspirations perseverance by teenagewriter

THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST AND THE TORCH FOR THE FUTURE

I was standing in the dark;
With the gratitude and my hope!
It is just my life ‘s arc ,
To define grope for my future .
Past is the embouchure only when
You do realize it, not mourn !

If it’s dark and you’re alone;
Then set up your torch
In your perseverance zone!
The success for sure it yours!!

TAKE A TORCH AND GO AHEAD
YOU’LL FIND A WAY

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How to escape the tragedy? This was my thinking in my childhood!!

In my childhood I use to think that tragedy is a bad thing.. Pain is the damage of our lives… Which takes away our peace…

One day i was walking in the streets …i fell down.. And i started crying.. Till my face was full of tears and my head started paining… I felt like the trespassers are seeing me as a bad person and not even asking my condition… It was a very strange question for me.. Why?

For a long period of time the question kept roaming in my mind… conquering my most of the time…

And a day came when I finally got my answers.. People in this world are very selfish.. Not every person thinks like you and follows honesty line..

We are raised from our childhood by our parents who are always salt and sugar… Which means they’re strict but never left us in pain …they do the things because they love us…

We never actually learn about our lives until we’re pierced and fell down to the bottom of our lives and we mostly learn from our mistakes when we are alone.. And no one is there to correct us…. When others correct us we think they are doing this for Bitterness or at least most of the people ,so most of the time we ignore it …

And the truth of life is no one can escape the tragedy.. That’s the thing about pain it deamands to be felt…

The more he fails the more he is learned …now i got the habbit of being in pain ’cause it’s my favourite mood.. Without pain there’s no pleasure… So my pleasure is in pain…

Dealing with imaginaries to avoid the real world …. Poem by Aaliya fatma

Suffocation unmatched to countless  fatigue …..
Trance heart in an adept….
The world is shrinking…

So, Countless reasons for imaginary plane!

Inscribings of death;  to my life again!
I am drowning with some crumbs like in paper.
Don’t know how to escape her!

Despite this…..

I AM OKAY IN MY EARTH ‘CAUSE IN THIS IMAGINARY’S I WILL BE PROVIDED MANY..

BUT MY INFINITY IS IN THE PAIN OF PLEASURE!!

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What all your imaginaries are?

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The stereotypes breaking…… Heart touching poem

The stereotypes breaking

Every person of the world;
Has same hope to live with!
Our hearts together  Knit!
The care and sacrifice; loved ones!
The blissfull moments…..
See the beauty of life components…


Then why?
This question arises not from brain but HEART !!!!


The unkind thinking settled  in our mind;
Actually erase, your blind….
The girl with grace….
If you harm;  untill the depts chase!
The women with self pleasures….
The queen infinite  in measure!


Then why?
This question arises not from brain but HEART !!!!

_-Aaliya fatma

MY REFLECTION CAME TO VISIT ME – A beautiful poem by Aaliya fatma

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MY REFLECTION CAME TO VISIT ME

The dedicating puree;
Unidentified shape and gullible……
Your companionship is eternity…
Yet with tender blissfullness;
Your innocence is unparalled!
Your discipline is unmatched!

Your visit became life curee;
You taught me perseverance….
The  zephyr  which is my zest…..
Making me walk on the bed of flowers,
But yourself on the bed of thorns!

My rue,  my mascot, manifest it as!
My legs are toddling;
Seing you; gives me daring!
Perilous world,  with roundness twist…..
Around all the things are mist!
But not you! among the backbites…
Alway companion in my fights!

But the real realisation;
Your fading colour is actually…..
Not yours but mine!!

Your droppings in the path….
The trespassers walking over!
Despite that you’re  crept !!
Countless reasons to love you….
Believed me it’s a fact!

When I fear,  seeing your grace….
Is a charity ;To bring all my trace !
Well known that : “HAPPINESS MATTERS NOT DYING AND LIVING! “

Seing you makes me dwell,
TheΒ  shades of yours is very well!
Teaching me nothing is permanent…….
Like yourΒ  shape ;
You’llΒ  lament one day , with me in grave!
The thing makes my soul crave!!!!

– Aaliya fatma

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North Star lines expreesing ….by Aaliya fatma

I saw you from the distance…. Your white light… with some peace and hope… The brightest star…. The universe appears  to spin around you… You remain there,  giving your ditection…. Constellations miles miles away….like the distance  between me and trance…

Thanks for your kindness…. Directing people since eternity!

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HEADS OR TAILS POEMin life by Aaliya Fatma ….

Heads or tails

The predictions in our life ;
Fears for it’s knife…..
whether this or that….
But the hopes and fears have their place!
The battle is always mine…
No matter what ;
My time to shine !!

WHETHER HEADS OR TAILS ….


I HAVE ALWAYS FOUGHT !!
‘ALWAYS I WILL’

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‘How I met you (My perseverance )’ poem by Aaliya fatma….

The optimistic me; with gullible eyes;Fed up of too much cries! A sweet small baby! Just thinking for all Maybe ,?? Didn’t know; cursing my life…..Without content! Daring wasn’t introduced in my dictinary yet! All the time was threat! Stunned with every path…. Comparing life with math…. But actually, I MET YOU Finally understood you’re My Rew…..!

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‘The EMOTIONAL GENIUS ‘poem by Aaliya fatma… Poetry lover… Follow me

The crushed soul, with some hope
The scar in my heart, which cannot be fully moped….
The mixed up life,  Disguised up….
No purple sun rises securely!
The troubled heart, heavy…
Renewing everyday,…… Actually

But grateful ’cause not the most
JUST  KEEPING IT WITHOUT  POST….

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Poem by Aaliya Fatma -A PLACE THAT U WOULD HAVE IMAGINED …POETRYLOVER

A PLACE THAT I WOULD HAVE IMAGINNED….

The  blossom of your love,
The street with people!
Where there is no corruption….
Lavish birds in azure;
And the hearts are pure!….

There is no superstition
Or the discrimination of girl child!
The people are equal….
But the world itself is personification…

I wish that it would……
But there’s no pleasure without tragedy
It’s the only reason …
You’re keeping worth…..

‘CAUSE LIFE IS ETERNITY!!!

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Parents love…bliss is the childhood.Poem by Aaliya Fatma

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       FENCE OF ACTUALS BLISS

Just Blissing even under the fence;
The lense you wear is not your old age;
But my propagation …

It’s not a cage …
My procrastinations …..
You are the one to end it up…
Myself making solutions of cups…
I really love it …

‘Cause it’s the reason my life lits….

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