the phases of moon devoir every night
I get more far away,
these days repeating themselves,
a miser might know better,
collective thieves,
and the charmers of the night,
just want to be better than yesterday,
yet the undeservings won,
but till when, until then
so many questions have been asked,
so many have got unanswered,
can this be called crescent
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 12:39 PM UTC
I thought it was my reward for everything I went through
but,
it's just another thing I have to go through.
it's the thin line,
where the failure sunk deep.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 8:01 AM UTC
what will tomorrow bring I don't know,
I hope that the chaos that surrounds me, end.
When I open windows of my home
I just want to be somewhere but not here,
the olive bench or the pink sunset,
the broken armchair or the white mirror,
I might live my dream from tomorrow,
or I might change my dream tomorrow.
A Sunday market,
with ticking clocks or beautiful necklaces hanging down.
A city known or unknown,
all places can be home
if only I can act like I'm a portrait
of a girl sitting down on her bed,
with no chaos that surrounds her,
just waiting for tomorrow to begin again.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 9:14 AM UTC
the fluorescent screen 2ft away,
rusty noise, dull winds
and a bent tree,
the dystopia was already mounted
the oblivion already surrounded
and i really liked the way,
ink was flowing from my pen,
the curves of k noticed
yet when the sun set,
it went unnoticed.
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC
the chaos has returned
but had it ever left?
the dazzling city lights or the emptiness in the heart,
or the beauty of wrong decisions,
which led us onto this path.
one who is unknown to the beauty
of art, or one who has been betrayed,
all standstill, travelling on the same roads tonight.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
sunshine and empty yellow sky, laughter echoing till cheeks turn red,
the town that screamed home
no longer suffices me
You're no longer here
the streets don't scream home
anymore.
in this ephemeral waves
we've only connections that stay,
and thus,
the sidewalk still has our footprints left.
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 11:30 AM UTC
we died in heaven now we are in hell
the petals have dried up
same as my thoughts
wandering inside out
the pain has made me numb
so has the dry winter
keeping you near,
as I wither,
but Mahira said its alright to fall in love with her
and so I did.
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
your murmur is the background noise,
as I get lost away to city of stars,
and I dream of falling in love,
a garden of daffodils and sky so violet
your whining is the green screen,
where I paint the dreams of my life.
your life is nothing more than vague stain,
I dream rather more vividly.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC
peach, crimson, lilac, honey,
when the sun shines,
every colour disintegrates on your face,
I become a mirror for you,
I can read your face so clear.
your brown eyes tinged with a twinkle,
I can see your dreams so clear.
and when you smile so radiant,
I swear, we are infinite.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 7:36 AM UTC
One by one the words find a home in my heart,
As you sing this melody ,
Beautiful, simple but different.
Words without letters,
Cut out figures stand alone
Like I am in the middle of a fever dream
Melancholy, melody, innocence
Prophecy laid out by an antagonist
As she sings her song, but what do we really detest?
when she sings, the stars twinkle in the night sky,
the intense loneliness we feel
that only sunlight the day after can heal.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 1:05 PM UTC