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 Oct 2021 Ayesha
Bardo
Emptiness
 Oct 2021 Ayesha
Bardo
Life ain't so funny when you ain't got
   that honey feeling deep inside
You had it once when you were very
    young (when you were little)
When you were close to the Source
Close to your god and your Mom
That lovely sweet ambrosia feeling
It used waft through your being
Its various colours lighting you up
   inside
Like a veritable Christmas tree
Made you feel real special, made you
   feel so alive
Made you feel that Life was
   something amazing
An incredible ride.

But that was then, and this... this is
   now
Seems almost like a lifetime ago
Like some myth or legend
Lost way in the mists of Time,
Been so long since I had that feeling,
You begin to wonder was there ever
   such a place
Did it ever really exist at all.

The World it offers you sweets and
   chocolate
Their nice but they don't last, their
   over too fast
And they only remind you of what
   you've lost
(And yea, you can eat that sugar but
   it'll only **** you brother
It ain't the same and it ain't what
   you're looking for).

Inside there's just this great big hole
That you try and fill with anything
Eating too much, drinking too much
(You don't know when to stop, and
   even then, it's never enough)
Working as well... too much! staring,
Staring at the TV (the almighty TV),
And pretending...yea, pretending your
   whole
If only they knew these smiles of
   mine, their not true
And these words, their all hollow too,
There's nothing here in me, I... I'm
   empty.

Each day is just another desert to
   cross,
Another desert to roam
Lying sprawled out on the sofa in
   front of the TV, stupified and
       zombified
You think to yourself, "there was a sweetness once, wherever did it go".
A bit gloomy this but there it is. I don't know if this will register with anyone. I'm working on an antidote poem LOL.
I had always loved conversations with my head
But I don't know ,why it's not following the **** script!
Expect the unexpected!
𝕀 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 , 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 ,
𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 , 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕

𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕪, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 ,𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖,
𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 , 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖

ℂ𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕜𝕪,
𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙  𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖

𝕀 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤,
𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟-𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤,
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 , 𝕟𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦
𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚜𝚐. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜!
𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 , whom 𝙸 hadn't 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚝, not even known to me yet!!
(About my imaginative crush)
If the gold can still shine , even after forged and burnt,
why can't I?
If the sun can still shine, even under immense pressure,
why can't I?
If the star can still shine, even after untold centuries,
why can't I?
If you can still shine , even after leaving me broken,
why can't I?
Let them hurt you little more, let them leave you broken inside, let them avoid you without even knowing the real you..
You'll still shine until and unless you gave upon you.
Believe in yourself.
 Oct 2021 Ayesha
Hamna
𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦,
𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒. - 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚

𝐼𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒.
𝐼𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑠.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡. - 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙
𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒. 𝑊𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠... 𝐼𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦?
 Oct 2021 Ayesha
Ruhani
Delete
 Oct 2021 Ayesha
Ruhani
I click I delete
I write I delete
I save I delete
seems good at deleting stuff
But trust my heart
when I say,
Erasing one and all
is always tough.
Deleting words, pictures and people is my thing but something is always left behind.

Behind the palm trees
In the vast, rust coloured sky
Sets the orange sun
Love reveals
itself
in little
ways
we take
for
granted every
day.
Hate Me - Blue October
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