issiawo
A black bearded, open minded, enthusiastic guy full of chaotic thoughts. Loves solitude. Very much friendly but Can't express feelings and occasionally stammers while talking to strangers, hence avoids talking to new people in person. Forever clueless about the world and likes to write about random things.
A wish sustained for years
Moments before it's fulfilled
I now wish for it to pass
Yet now it comes true, bringing with it tears
A wish I kept hoping upon
To come true for so long
It came, it did, but with a cost
Came with heavy interest on top of a loan
I'd rather wish for death now instead of what I already wished for
But then I fear I'll have to go through the usual struggle b/w love and war
A wish, I wish, never came true
A wish, I wish, I never wished for
A wish I didn't know would weigh upon me like the hammer of Thor
A wish, perhaps, that had been since long enough due
Wish for what you desire she had said
'Wish and it shall come true my dear'
Should I have known of her honesty before
I'd never wish for her love that came at the price of her head
Confusing, yes it does seem
Though must you find my cry unfathomable
Take my advice and tho you won't find it believable
No wish comes free of cost
Such graveyard of hopes, in a boulevard of dreams.
~MOS
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
A cup of coffee
and a night of rain
To recall memories of the past
to pass the present in vain
Remembering all the moments
that together we shared
Drowning myself in laments
memories upon memories, layered
I wait for death to take me
And put an end to this pain
Till then..
A cup of coffee
In a night of rain.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 6:14 PM UTC
موت خود مرنا چاہتی ہے۔
مگر اُسکی بےبسی دیکو، اُسکا صبر دیکھو۔
تم بےبس نہیں ہو لیکن، تم بھی زرا صبر کرلو۔
میں جانتا ہوں زندگی ابھی بے مقصد سی ہے، بے معنی ہے۔ اور مرنے کی خواہش ہے بہت۔
لیکن خواہشات کا مرنا ہی خُدا کی اصل عبادت ہے۔
تُم بھی اِس اِک خواہش کو ختم کرلو۔ صبر کرلو۔
Translation:
Him: I want to die
Me: Death itself wishes to die
But look at it's helplessness, look at it's patience
You are not helpless though, but you too be patient
I know that life is now purposeless, meaningless.
And the desire to die is overwhelming.
But the death of desires is the true obedience of God.
So you too extinguish this desire (of death), be patient.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
Carrying around our death scrolls
As we roam satisfactorily.
While on us, death trolls
Carefully inspecting our every move.
To its final days, life crawls.
Every moment passing by us
Leaving behind a shadow of past.
The future doesn’t hold any promise,
The present already outcast.
Do we lest, ponder at least?
To where’s the rush,
And where are we heading to?
Do we not, reflect albeit?
We carry our death scrolls,
Proudly so, such oblivious souls.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
Sometimes I’m afraid to talk to you openly
Sometimes I’m afraid to to talk to you anyway
These are the times, that I most regret
These were the times, ilost my way
Sometimes I think, you might not like me
Sometimes I think, you may even hate
These are the times, that I most regret
These are the times, icurse my fate
But these sometimes led me to a decision
And these sometimes made me realize
That fate is nothing, but it’s Maktub– already written
then why this misery and why this suffocation?
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 5:18 AM UTC
You lost, ilost
baby we were never gonna win
live up, don’t yet give up
the lights were only dim
spark them, make them brighter
in this cave of darkness, hang them a bit higher
turn them on, make it shine
all these scattered thoughts shall soon align
all these voices, making noises
let them be quite
control this anger, give it direction
work hard, be polite
let’s fly, roll the dice
at least try, together we rise
quit this misery, escape the bars
Oh darling! the victory was always ours.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
*ilike to write out my thoughts
With matching words
So that I read them to others
And maybe make them smile
Just to make my thoughts worth a while
ilike to write out my thoughts
on a blank paper
So I fill it in black and white
For my darker times, they may sparkle a light
ilike to write out my thoughts
forming poetic rhymes
So that someday when I am enraged
they hold me from crossing lines
ilike to write out my thoughts
often within my imagination
which I soon forget
After all, death is, to every creation..*
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC
*They say that they don’t care if they live or die, they lie.
For when one’s dreaming while asleep, and every scene passes with a beautiful leap.
When everything’s going just fine,
but then suddenly other alarming things align.
An accident happens within your dream. Such that,
a swift rip tearing the perfect seam.
In your dream itself, you get injured.
Within a jiff your heart beat is triggered.
It beats like it would smash through your chest.
You wake up with chaotic thoughts, such unrest.
My dear You said that it doesn’t matter whether you live or die.
Do you really think it’s that easy to escape your lies?
Everyone just assumes, at times, that no one cares for them.
That’s what happens upon the mortification of your realm.
Just an advice my dear, this life is more of a blessing than a curse.*
***This universe is created, forged, perpetuated and sustained ‘for thee’.
‘Thou not’ for the Verse.***
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC