Time didn’t ask
if you were ready,
Death stood smiling,
calm and steady,
cheering you
for being closer to the end.
People look at you
not out of love or care,
but for the weight
you’re still able to bear
More pain, more rain,
from your eyes to your heart,
every year teaches you
how to fall apart
But I stay here,
with no brighter words to say,
so I offer you this happy birthday
heavy, honest, and grey
I know, Not happy, nor sad
just numb,
like the way we are born
Like the way we live
By Yasmin.Sh
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
Dark purple sky,
Church bells nearby,
Children start singing,
As people pass by.
Drinking hot tea,
Searching for thee,
Finding my home—
Warm, yellow, sweet.
In the middle, a shiny tree
Glows softly, guiding me,
I flip the snow globe in my hand,
Snowflakes fall on my face,
Gentle, soft, and free.
Wishing for a happy new year,
Dreaming of someone dear.
By Yasmin.Sh
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 3:20 PM UTC
This year, winter is so red,
Much more than past years,
Colder—so much bolder,
Shadows stretch where life once led
lost count of the tulips
Growing between snow,
****** red, young, and sad,
Their petals trembling, fragile and mad
Cold breeze, full of whisperings,
A crow sings pain
red moon comes out of haze,
And sun protects THE LAND
The garden lives, not healed, not pure,
Remembering what humans do
And still, beneath the frozen ground
Red learns the language of rebound
By Yasmin.Sh
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 3:17 PM UTC
First you see
him, lightly-
even when it is still the time for living
Life keeps criticizing humans,
ending every happy moment too soon
People never let you be free;
they lock you inside a picture
of what freedom should be
That’s why you start wishing for breath
and you run towards Mr. Death
By Yasmin.Sh🌻
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 4:54 PM UTC
Waiting on the bridge,
If I don’t trip,
And I can’t get a grip,
Then I might slip,
The night starts to creep
Everything seems to flip
In the water I go dip
And My secrets that I keep,
Begin to rip.
By Yasmin.Sh 🌻
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
How can a child of thirteen be thirty?
Soon she will be forty,
and dead by fifty.
Last night she saw death,
and the very next day
she woke up at eight.
The smile on her face
is too much soulness.
Soon she will know:
while trying to be the best,
she grew old too soon,
and wished to be a child too late.
How dramatic!
No friend, nor joy,
no life, no time,
no love—
absolute alone.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:32 AM UTC
Is the train rushing so fast to chase its dreams?
Does it even know the ending?
It comes back to the tracks,
Riding the same road again and again.
Yet, it sees new faces,
Does that mean a new day? A new path?
Closing and opening doors,
Letting people go, letting people come,
Learning from them, teaching patience in return.
But what if I am the same?
What if I am stuck in the rat race?
What if… I forget my destination?
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:30 AM UTC
She was not even there
But he was still looking
Love in his eyes dry
And the gaze burns all the town
She was on the hills
Walking out of her grave
Burning town warms her hands
From Where did this fire started ?
They were foredoom to die
By the hands of the lover
And it was her destiny
To be cold even near the fire
By Yasmin.Sh🌻
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 4:16 AM UTC
Still a teenage girl
With a frozen watch
preparing for life's exams
By the balcony in that old house
I see him coming
Smiling at me_
Two eyes admire me
Two hands carrying the key of my dreams
"Yes sir" Could be heard
From your own children
You could have been their lucky charm,
But you chose to be the curse of their seven lives
Scaping from you and fall In a deep pit,
Became their lovely habit
You could be the light on their path
But became fire that burns their days
And they look at you as a wise man,
Without knowing his children's real favors
They married and believed
No man will be an angry man status
A symbol of hellhole like their father
But they were young
No one can be the dad
Even in being the worst !
All things past and now I am here
In front of you with all I was told
You were like an old tree for me
I could lay down beneath it
Swinging from its branches
Eating its fruits , finding the truths
You were different with me
I was on the life's stage
Doing right and wrong
Trying my best_
And one person stood up
Clapping , shouting "go girl"
Others are my family,
But you were my everything
The crown on my head,
The Breeze of spring,
Sun of winter,
Rain of fall,
Cold water in summer
The moment of knowing one person between all strangers
We ate lunch at that table
Not knowing that was the last meal
The water turned to wine
But you never came
I watched you on bed
your hands held
By the very people you once reject
Saying sorry to them
You thought that was too late
I was not there that night
To Hear your last breath
To Feel your last sentence
And all at once
You were flying through the skies
I have a father
But I lost my pa
Nothing will be the same,
Your sprit leads my way
And my love for you grows more and more everyday
By Yasmin.Sh🌻
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 7:52 AM UTC
She were there
The closest—
But somehow the farthest.
Seeing Kafka in my mirror,
Sympathy clewed in the same desire.
He was lost to his father,
I am lost in not being my mother.
I try not to die between
Two walls closing in—
Those brows lined in anger
Chock me like a hanger
Crushing me,
But again, I ended up
Falling from her eyes.
Arrows from her mouth
Go straight to my heart.
Where are the shields?
I know She’s not my enemy.
Reading emotions in her eyes—
An easy job, a lovely hob_
Sitting on the hand
That tries to be kind,
Waiting for her
To be, proud.
Ashamed of who I am,
Proud of what I have
She hates who I am—
But I love all she is, and all she has.
I bite my nails
Searching for an end.
This waiting is long—
My watch is broken.
She hates my nails.
Should I cut my fingers
If it makes her happy?
But my nails—
They're the only things
That let me feel my pain.
Mom, I wait for you
To feel my mind,
To see my thoughts,
To sit by my side.
By Yasmin.Sh🌻
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC