Roses

 Poem By Laila Ali Haid

Roses undercut the low timidity in lies

Seeing the right day in tears to known tries

Likeness to a moment in the darkness from calling to graces

Pity sounds out the animated hearts in their evening time

Little rent asunder from the hardships worn into our thinking

Thoughts so disbanded there are no more calls

A lesser feeling in me from the drafts of a known noon

Cool headed in the afterthoughts of our loving abandon

More to the life in the rightness of plights from cages of yearning. 

Funerals - Book By Laila Ali Haid

Book name: ‘Funerals’

[Sample]

By Laila Ali Haid

Chapter 1: Sincerity

The impetus fell on Hamdi in the money chambers. The carton of funds held the tremor and cases of filters slid to the residential area. “The progress of this meeting is limited by this”, he said, pointing to the flooding of committee members. “It is too much like a crowd of people without separate levels of chairs”. That is what Hamdi had stated so much about this apriori organization for private Muslim interests. 

On the June shadow upon the avenue, Halima saw a dwindling afternoon. With her head falling low from her car seat - she recalled her son’s play on Christmas eve.

Pearls

Poem By Laila Ali Haid

The sea extended into my dreams

Shores kept wild with breathing patterns 

Sincere lies in the tides of the nights

Pearls unkept from lives in distortion

The life losses in me, woe betide the sea

Boats tracking the hardships of the waters

Traces of a love in a swimming noon

Likeness to vast deaths of good people

The cold sheath unfurled by a dive into oblivion

The key lies within the sea bed and fetched corals sink. 

Frozen

Poem by Laila Ali Haid

Frozen to laps around an eternal pull

The light shining on your blights render me seeing

The fraught glossing of the limelight in yesterday's chiming

A velvet in my likeness to the fray

In the candid affection we held up to love

In the chances of God who rents asunder the blue

I saw a face in the motioned winds of barley shaking

I wore the day sky at its noon peak

In the loftiness of delimited breaks

Was love in new shapes.  

Crystals

Poem by Laila Ali Haid

Undying kept days of magnitude in bliss keeps me heavy

The light in your calm is mine for preparing

To keep you in my arms and sear into the hate

My eyes are blessed and squashed to know the meander

Shapes of lies keep me in thrilling abandonment to time

I am a lithe keeper of hope. 

Swept

Poem by Laila Ali Haid

The guile to brush the opening of the day,

The swept in news concerning the lover's play,

The night seeking under bedsits in blues to fortnights of calm,

A whistling of a heart so tender and dumb,

The rush to frantic hopes of enveloping changes,

Progression so far and few in the lies of the daytime,

Righting a hardship so foregone in the low feelings of this year,

I am swept by the moods so psychedelic, 

The harder days here lark to me a song swept in eyes so tired.

Sunrise

Poem by Laila Ali Haid

The kind time in the noon,

The timid motion to the sunrise before the bottles are finished,

Hard days in the garment we sewed,

The brackets of equality downpouring from hope,

The hard shoes in the weeping likeness to time,

My rights are seen in the envelopes of named attempts,

For love in liberty,

For graceful sweeping fears in the brocaded sheaths,

Itself drawn down the back,

It is repeated in the days of bleak sunrises.