Of Leaves and Autumns

By ZA

A beauty in dying

Drying up,dehydrating and withering

We leave and lie in our flaming graves

We rustle, moans in the breeze

The summer passed too soon

Now we lay on the ground which we watched from above

We had giggled and swayed in the giddy sunlight

We had looked down at the ground pitifully

Not realising, we would be together soon

Now slowly losing identity

Breaking off bit by bit

Chipped and combined in brown

A part once, a part no more.

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Published Works

SPRING DELUSIONS: Chaotic Poems of Despair and Blooming Hope


Words are our only tools to express the physicality of the chaos in our minds. 

It is tedious and painstaking process to create something, anything. Emotions are not words, hence, to put them as such, requires quite a bit of searching, meandering and stumbling. I believe my affair with these alphabets will never be satiated. Yet, I have tried to sing some broken tunes, sketched some bleakness and shared fragments of my inner hope.
I have often had a love hate relationship with poetry. Its enigmatic power has often left me confused but also enlightened me. Although rhymes are fun and easy to tap your foot to, it is the rhythm or sometimes, the lack of it that can truly sear through the heart. For me, simplicity is key. It is graceful. It is alluring.
Each poem is handwritten, followed by typewrite for easy bookmarking and commenting and is accompanied by an illustration, meticulously and thoughtfully crafted. I refuse to acknowledge that illustrations are for children’s books only. There is no age limit to vision. Seeing is as much a part of feeling as reading and imagining is. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have in making them.
The poems I write do not follow any rule in particular. Although well-versed in writing verses, I opt to experiment with a variety of things, from alliteration to repetitions, and rhyme to meters, and mirroring to collating. Some poems have written themselves. Some, I have agonized over for days and nights. Writing and rewriting, getting it just right and then starting all over again.

It is an organized pandemonium of the human self.

Get a copy of this book from Amazon: Spring Delusions

My First Book! Spring Delusions- Chaotic poems of Despair and Blooming Hope

My very first book Spring Delusions, is now published on Amazon! This has been such a tedious and nerve wrecking journey that I have been on an edge for the past month. It is really difficult to put parts and pieces of oneself out there. There is a fleck of hysteria mixed with a hint of euphoria now that it has sort of come to an end.

My aim with these poems has been to connect with minds that feel the same as I have and to give them a glimmer of something that resonates. I have spent countless hours editing and pouring lines and illustrating and it is my child, perhaps flawed but nonetheless mine.

So take a moment and check it out on Amazon. It is on a promotion till the 25th of September (free). I would really appreciate feedback and a review… completely up to you.

Thank you all for your kindness and inspirations.

Zahra Ammar