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Trust is just like earthenware You have to handle with lots of care When broken, maybe repaired But the break will always be there!
My Loud Whisper
Sleep but not deep Mind awake but not complete Control of muscles Not in my control Haunted and horrified I feel paralysed Try my best to open my eyes Scream for help and move my hand
Never hurt a poetess! For she won't harm you back But her lesion will not cure Her thoughts would twist the knife And she'll write 'you' in her rhymes Thus she, with her asthetic advocacy
My heart yearned to connect to yours I spared no effort Even did the damnedest To achieve an access All I got was Congestion and obstruction Which made me pine away Suffering takotsubo always
Accused, humiliated and chastened Guilty of being naive, kiddish and candid "I'm sorry ", I said. And then Fancied did I as well "I'm sorry too" From you_ Don't you think to me it was due?
Holla good-sister Aye good-brother I'm always thy brother I thank thee, O pious! Holla dear brother Aye dear sister I await thee Good heavens thou art a sinner!
Words are innocent Ears uglify them! Relationships are sinless Judgments pollute them! #MywordsOnMycanvas Saima Qureshi ©️
Me: "O My Lord I know this life is a Journey And the paths here are Slippery Although I try to walk very Cautiously But the charms of world attract Me My heart desire all that is Fancy
Anxiety Makes your mind create A cosmic blank space Encircling you 360° The emptiness in its totality Wearisome to handle Knowing uncontrollably You sink gradually
I: I've admiration for you, as such! You: How much? I: A lot and beside. You: Why'd? I: Should I reveal? You: Yes please, don't conceal! I: Ok, then lend me your ear,
(For my autistic, non-verbak son Hassan)
When dark spell of night tames the day Convoy of moon along with stars, gallop their way From the day's toil, I simmer down Crawl into to the bed and sleep sound My mind dives into the sea of dreams, very deep