Archive for February, 2015

Proud Love

        Proud Love


Prize Possession

Let’s go for a walk

In those dark caves

I’ll show you where

I’ll keep you safe

Locked in a silver coffin

Carved with my poetry for you

Waiting to be occupied

And when the moon rises

Behind those clouds

I’ll let you out to see me

The only vision of beauty

For your eyes only

I’ll soothe your neck

And let it bleed a bit

I have a theory

That maybe your blood

Imitates my favorite perfume

And I would like to wear you now.

A collection of poetry (and an essay or two) revolving around emotional topics, depression being a common theme. Stop Me gives voice to a feeling common among depressive disorders. The stark simplicity of Seer, A Rare Absence, and Impatiencen make them strong (lost) love poems while several poems, like Vendetta, Depiction, and Prize Possession, express violent ideas that women have rarely been allowed to express.

The poems vary in style and format, with only a couple poems structured around a rhyme pattern. The rhyming poems are among my least favorite; the patterns feel too concocted, particularly when pitted against Zahra’s freeform poetry.

My favorite line from this book doesn’t come from the poems but from the afterward by Irum Zahra: “P.S. Find the words written for you and let them resonate in your mind and heart.”

For me, that would be Roses on My Arms. The tattoo on my left arm is a full sleeve composed of roses, clouds, and bats that cover some of my own self-inflicted scars (and that’s all the spoiler you’ll get about the poem).

But Shambles of Innocence runs a close second to being my favorite poem because it’s the strongest “woman-poem” in the book.

I received a free copy of this book in exchange for a review

The author kindly sent me a free copy in exchange for an honest review.

I haven’t read much poetry since I left school. I’ve wanted to, but haven’t really known where to start.
So, when Irum Zahra contacted me and asked if I would like to read her book, I said “Yes, thank you very much!”.

The first thing I should mention is that I read this too fast! I didn’t give myself time to reflect on each poem – I just wanted more. This is a good thing for me, as it means I can re-read and savour each poem – maybe limit myself to one or two per day.

I thoroughly enjoyed the experience of reading this book. The over-whelming feelings in the poems are pain and anger, but there’s also some hope – for me, I saw that even negatives (like the pain and anger) can have their own kind of beauty. This is something I’d never considered before.

My favorite poem was “A world without blood”. Very fitting for today’s world.

Anyone looking to get started with reading poetry should pick up this book before looking elsewhere. For readers with more experience of poetry – you should pick it up too!

Waheed‘s review

I was one of the lucky to receive this amazing book as a gift. Irum Zahra has laid bare human emotions in their true form. Each line has a meaning of its own which makes the reader feel its depth and complexity. The reader connects emotionally with each poem and feels different shades of human nature like the pain of separation, unrequited love, forlorn loneliness, & fear of loss. The poetess takes the reader through a huge catharsis and teaches him to honestly express emotions without self censorship. Once you pick up the book, you get addicted to it and mutual allegiance lasts forever.

It is a 4.5

A copy was provided by the author for an honest review.

When I started it, I was not sure how the book will turn out to be because writing poetry is something another level completely.

That is where I must state that I was completely floored.

Irum Zahra, in you we, the poetry readers, have found a remarkable gift. Your words have a feel to them. They suck a person right in.

Now I am going to list down a few that I liked best in this collection.
– Spindles and Dream catchers
– Being Worthy Enough
– The Drunken Dreams

My Dear Ariel


I was there when you were born

Red and little, so fragile

So beautiful

You were my angel

And my companion

My pillar of hope

And all that I wanted

I taught you how to ride a bicycle

And fell and broke your arm

I was sorry but you got better

And I knew no one can do you harm

One day our toys broke

And all our story books got soaked in the rain

We went to live under the sun

With glass walls around us

There were people who wanted to hurt you

And I kept all of them away

We prayed for a roof of our own

And God showed us a new way

I bought colors and pages for you

And you drew us and a cozy weather

You built new toys and I watched you play

Our walls started to grow weak

And we had to leave again

We had grown past the plants

And the kittens born in our yard

They were no longer little

They had lives of their own

I taught you how to smile

When you felt like hell inside

We made golden masks

With smiles fixed on them

We fooled everyone

Our friends and our foes

We sold all our toys

And started having fun

Day by day we lost

Every little part of us

And the masks became us

We stayed by each other

And you taught me how to stay me

I broke my walls like you broke your arm

I fixed myself too, but I was never that strong

Hush, dear rabbit

We’ll be okay

When the world crashes

And the glass walls shatter

We would still have each other

Arm in arm and it would be better

We’ll buy new toys for us

And we can’t afford them,

We’ll learn how to make them by ourselves

We’ll cry every night to sleep

And drink coffee everyday

You’ll be stronger than me

And I’ll lean on you then

When I’ll lose myself

You can pull me from the river

We’ll stay up all night

And pray to the All Giver

I’ll always love you

As you will love me

We’ll cry together just as we laugh together

We won’t let the stones shatter our glass house

Even if they do

My dear Ariel

I’ll let no stone touch you.

Hush, dear flower

You’re my only hope in this world.

May you always find love,

In places I didn’t

And may you get all your toys back

Along with your childhood

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