harun-shukri - Hello Poetry

It began with a ding— my phone’s sharp summons. Eyes darted, scanning lines, letters stitching into words. Word by word, line after line, spaces and punctuation weaving a fragile thread. My restless eyes raced, mind paced, heart pounded— until the final line left me suspended. I read her message once— never twice. Fear freezes my fingers, as if rereading would unravel her words into rejection. A conundrum: joy shadowed by sorrow, satisfaction laced with dread, or escape from love’s long-festering ache. I never looked again. Never deleted. Her text lives in my pocket, each word a fragile relic, cradled close, etched into my pulse.

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May 12, 2025

May 12, 2025 at 4:19 PM UTC

Her Text Message

It began with a ding— my phone’s sharp summons. Eyes darted, scanning lines, letters stitching into words. Word by word, line after line, spaces and punctuation weaving a fragile thread. My restless eyes raced, mind paced, heart pounded— until the final line left me suspended. I read her message once— never twice. Fear freezes my fingers, as if rereading would unravel her words into rejection. A conundrum: joy shadowed by sorrow, satisfaction laced with dread, or escape from love’s long-festering ache. I never looked again. Never deleted. Her text lives in my pocket, each word a fragile relic, cradled close, etched into my pulse.

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Read the message once! Never twice Petrified to read again. As if reading again Will be my rejection. Conundrum Sorrows of over joy Or Satisfaction Or escaping Long, lost pain of love Never looked at it over again. And never deleted. I carried her text everywhere. every word close to me. As if frail, each letter held with care. It all began with a ding- tone. Sound of my phone My eyes scanning. Horizontal row of letters Spelling a word From word to word To word for word Segment written between Spaces and punctuation Positioned in a linear form. Line after a line to the last line I read with my restless eye, And pacing mind And pounding heart

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Jan 15, 2024

Jan 15, 2024 at 8:32 PM UTC

text message

Read the message once! Never twice Petrified to read again. As if reading again Will be my rejection. Conundrum Sorrows of over joy Or Satisfaction Or escaping Long, lost pain of love Never looked at it over again. And never deleted. I carried her text everywhere. every word close to me. As if frail, each letter held with care. It all began with a ding- tone. Sound of my phone My eyes scanning. Horizontal row of letters Spelling a word From word to word To word for word Segment written between Spaces and punctuation Positioned in a linear form. Line after a line to the last line I read with my restless eye, And pacing mind And pounding heart

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Nothing in this world Past or old Foretold or yet to unfold Remains untold Those who came and went Know life is for rent

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Feb 15, 2022

Feb 15, 2022 at 5:42 PM UTC

Life is for rent

Nothing in this world Past or old Foretold or yet to unfold Remains untold Those who came and went Know life is for rent

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You are a revelation A saint, a sinner-a definition Of an angel with evil Ways of a good devil Part of me hates you And repulse the way I love you A lover dependent on the unknown Unknown, unnamed as you You lightened up my life And you lower me down- I strife Lifting me high You let me down – to fall You are a city Whose ways are wicked You blame yourself And only praise yourself I am all twisted and turned Tuned, shaped- undefined And inaudible My mind thinks What my body cannot link to my heart that doesn’t trust What my soul thinks it must And a sense of absence An absence of sense A sense of meaning Of living or staying have I given in too much To give up ? Or Tamed to be dominated?

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Jun 23, 2018

Jun 23, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC

You Are A revelation

You are a revelation A saint, a sinner-a definition Of an angel with evil Ways of a good devil Part of me hates you And repulse the way I love you A lover dependent on the unknown Unknown, unnamed as you You lightened up my life And you lower me down- I strife Lifting me high You let me down – to fall You are a city Whose ways are wicked You blame yourself And only praise yourself I am all twisted and turned Tuned, shaped- undefined And inaudible My mind thinks What my body cannot link to my heart that doesn’t trust What my soul thinks it must And a sense of absence An absence of sense A sense of meaning Of living or staying have I given in too much To give up ? Or Tamed to be dominated?

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Your love is bleak Just like where I came from Far away Days and miles way Under the scorching heat of burning light And freezing cold of trembling night Against the blowing wind of Drought season-Dusty and dry Dry as the drained streams-dead Lifeless as the barren land That on my way I passed by

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Jun 23, 2018

Jun 23, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC

Your Love is bleak

Your love is bleak Just like where I came from Far away Days and miles way Under the scorching heat of burning light And freezing cold of trembling night Against the blowing wind of Drought season-Dusty and dry Dry as the drained streams-dead Lifeless as the barren land That on my way I passed by

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What happens to hope when all hope Is gone and you still hope? When you wish and the wish Granted is more than your wish? When you think and think till you can’t think Any more than what your mind is limited to think of? When your doors are half closed and half open? When truth is stripped naked to bare lies? When all roads lead to safety and ease but solutions fails and options end? What do you own and who owns you? How often do you receive with your lower hands Efforts of sincere only for your sake Why is your love so ugly and hatred your beauty? Why do you war not against enemies? But within yourself What makes you doubtful? To believe in your own Are those protecting you from evil? Acting evil themselves? Why like a chameleon, are you confused with colours? Who will relief your grief’s and lift your burden? Why are you sick with love? Uncured from hatred? And deceased as your peace Why are your sins not pardoned? After all are you dead? Or still alive

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Jun 11, 2018

Jun 11, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC

Questions to my Motherland

What happens to hope when all hope Is gone and you still hope? When you wish and the wish Granted is more than your wish? When you think and think till you can’t think Any more than what your mind is limited to think of? When your doors are half closed and half open? When truth is stripped naked to bare lies? When all roads lead to safety and ease but solutions fails and options end? What do you own and who owns you? How often do you receive with your lower hands Efforts of sincere only for your sake Why is your love so ugly and hatred your beauty? Why do you war not against enemies? But within yourself What makes you doubtful? To believe in your own Are those protecting you from evil? Acting evil themselves? Why like a chameleon, are you confused with colours? Who will relief your grief’s and lift your burden? Why are you sick with love? Uncured from hatred? And deceased as your peace Why are your sins not pardoned? After all are you dead? Or still alive

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My patiency is bearer of your burden When solution desires to be solved When remedy needs to be cured When river’s thirst needs to be quenched And answers inevitability to be questioned An ideology without faith Scared of your beauty, yet it is in your beauty I hope, And I dream but in my sleep I could not find you Could not even find myself No one is same as the other As no one is same as you When lovers remain with lovers And others go to others I will find one who understands Understands he who understands He who knows, knows himself

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Jun 10, 2018

Jun 10, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC

My Patiency

My patiency is bearer of your burden When solution desires to be solved When remedy needs to be cured When river’s thirst needs to be quenched And answers inevitability to be questioned An ideology without faith Scared of your beauty, yet it is in your beauty I hope, And I dream but in my sleep I could not find you Could not even find myself No one is same as the other As no one is same as you When lovers remain with lovers And others go to others I will find one who understands Understands he who understands He who knows, knows himself

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In front of a mirror My eyes stare at me And my own eyes stares back to myself A hand’s finger touches a cheek And inspects the nose Another hand tracing the mouth I whisper to my soul Lips moved up and down “Don’t worry” I said Speaking to my weighty heart A pause… Of coziness, Shadowed by Uncertainty A moment of a thousand interpretation Turned and tuned Twisted and shaped All concluded in a web of answers Noticeable closely My other self is examining me- Me who is preoccupied by self Possessed by a blessed curse

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Jun 10, 2018

Jun 10, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC

Shadowed by Uncertainty

In front of a mirror My eyes stare at me And my own eyes stares back to myself A hand’s finger touches a cheek And inspects the nose Another hand tracing the mouth I whisper to my soul Lips moved up and down “Don’t worry” I said Speaking to my weighty heart A pause… Of coziness, Shadowed by Uncertainty A moment of a thousand interpretation Turned and tuned Twisted and shaped All concluded in a web of answers Noticeable closely My other self is examining me- Me who is preoccupied by self Possessed by a blessed curse

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You have grown bigger in my head Than you are to my eyes Bigger than my heart and you can’t fit Like you do in my chest You are so holy in my dreams And a masterpiece in my imagination I can’t love you I wish I could I disgust the way I want you More the way I need you Slave of your nameless gesture Glimpse and your wicked ways You are high above my height And heavier than my weight If I loved you yesterday Still you are my queen today But my heart cannot be your throne And my body cannot be your castle My mind isn’t your battle field And I, No longer your citizen. I can’t love you inside me you are immeasurable And infinite than your existent I wish I could But I can’t I love you more than I can

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC

More than i can

You have grown bigger in my head Than you are to my eyes Bigger than my heart and you can’t fit Like you do in my chest You are so holy in my dreams And a masterpiece in my imagination I can’t love you I wish I could I disgust the way I want you More the way I need you Slave of your nameless gesture Glimpse and your wicked ways You are high above my height And heavier than my weight If I loved you yesterday Still you are my queen today But my heart cannot be your throne And my body cannot be your castle My mind isn’t your battle field And I, No longer your citizen. I can’t love you inside me you are immeasurable And infinite than your existent I wish I could But I can’t I love you more than I can

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We are sons of guns Once a son of man. Now, dutiful to our guns Our hearts are daubed with beautiful hatred And ugly love Our youthful years borrowed To Mystic Voyage From birth at dawn to death at dusk Via life by midday We are the slaying generation An Estate Hired to death Planted with bullets In slaying season And graves harvested In dying season Each dawn awakes a new orange feeling Shadowed by a wordless numbness at noon Sunset usher’s eventide’s restlessness As terror covers the darkness Panic envelopes the night Hearts hammering the chest Pounding worryingly Until the rapid rhythm of the heart beats Matches the pace of the Drumming Boots of the soldiers Bang, bang! To each door Sightless sounds of commanding voices… “Open up” A pause…silent noises Sounds of Gunshots…Ram! Pam! Pam! Crack open the screaming orchestra Of women and children Everyone is guilty until proven innocent Home is not a safe shade no more Your own House betraying you Growing Into a shadow I wonder why the meat sings In praise of the butcher Horror commands the naked hours of midnight As fear rules the remaining decades of hours till dawn.

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC

Sons of Guns

We are sons of guns Once a son of man. Now, dutiful to our guns Our hearts are daubed with beautiful hatred And ugly love Our youthful years borrowed To Mystic Voyage From birth at dawn to death at dusk Via life by midday We are the slaying generation An Estate Hired to death Planted with bullets In slaying season And graves harvested In dying season Each dawn awakes a new orange feeling Shadowed by a wordless numbness at noon Sunset usher’s eventide’s restlessness As terror covers the darkness Panic envelopes the night Hearts hammering the chest Pounding worryingly Until the rapid rhythm of the heart beats Matches the pace of the Drumming Boots of the soldiers Bang, bang! To each door Sightless sounds of commanding voices… “Open up” A pause…silent noises Sounds of Gunshots…Ram! Pam! Pam! Crack open the screaming orchestra Of women and children Everyone is guilty until proven innocent Home is not a safe shade no more Your own House betraying you Growing Into a shadow I wonder why the meat sings In praise of the butcher Horror commands the naked hours of midnight As fear rules the remaining decades of hours till dawn.

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