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Atika Zahin Aug 12
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Can you feel the pain
Of the power that stands in drain?

Flooded with the heart's desire
You can't contain that fire

Power that drives you insane
Treated with all that violence

A dagger in the soul
That scar's you forever and more

Statues are not what you symbolize in sand and clay
But this is what you describe today

In front of the mirror you make stand
With power so grand

With a dark touch to the silvery hue
The image doesn't reflect you

And the first question asked : Why so?
Cause no mirror reflects a shadow

Its just the eyes that differentiate the shades
But there will be no image

Slaved by the un-bated fire
Look at the monster you made

So grave and so faint
That there is no image

Dried tears of coal
Power so unchecked and unquestioned
Printed so in your soul
But the mirror has no reflection

Scared by the truth unchained?
It is what you have to witness

Dreams in your eyes
With the skies devine

More ruthless than the under links
That is what power in hand means

"I should have the greatest image of all
Great, beautiful and tall"

Reflect the glory and power that you drained
But there is no reflection

Thinking all these among the shadowed trees
Swayed by the gentle breeze

"What in mind?"
Asked the child so innocent and blind

'Will the child think of me so low?
If I tell him I am a shadow'

So instead I put on a charming smile
That hides all the crimes

"Come closer my child
Let me hold you for a while"

'After all I was knocking the doors of insanity
While my death flirted with me'
I has a dark meaning.Its about a powerful man who thinks he has everything but has nothing.Here the mirror is the world and his image (reflection) is what people think of him.
Atika Zahin Jun 9
All the screams that I hear tonight
The screams that call my name
Even though I perceived everything
I didn't perceive it until it came
As I had nothing to do
As all my options were off bounds
I screamed like all others
And my voice lost it's trace in the sound

I voices that I heard over the years
Never knew could drown me
And I never knew the voices that I misheard
Could set me free
But now everything is over
I lost everything before I could find
I have solved a thousand mysteries
But never cared about the mystery of my mind

The voices seem to have regain control
Over my head as they flow
And my voice seems to have died amidst thousands of voices
And my heart screams even before I could know
I try to rewind the past to keep it  cool
I try to rewind for peace
The rewinding past unwinds
But there is peace at least
Atika Zahin Jun 5
As I sit by the glittering waters with golden hue
I have never seen the seamless skies so blue
Sweetened breath and her smile in my thoughts
"Bless her!", Oh Lord
With lavish hair and watery eyes
That her scent steals mine
Grace profound and crafted in the eyes
Her presence is paradise
'Glorified halo', how odd the sound !
But I believe them I believe them now

But as the time begins to role
I haven't seen her for a year whole
Up in the skies with shattered gold
Doves fly away as the weather gets cold
And as I step ahead into the wet
She is not here ,yet
Maybe she'll come when the stars twinkle bright
Like an angel sheltered by  the Night
Breathing underwater in the fiery dusk
Veiled underneath is the mask

Damp and cold,chilled by the breeze
I should have known better than to freeze
Fear so vibrant held inside
Is there nowhere to hide?
To draw the truth deep inside the soul
I wish to see her once more
As I pick myself off the ground
I realize the pleasure to go down
And I go where I belong ,where I stay
I go home ,today
Atika Zahin Jun 5
What is that which bothers you?
With a sudden contrast to such hue
Endangered perhaps?
Hearing your breath in audible gasps

Whatever is that dismounts you
On top of the clouds you lay
Yellow with a sudden contrast to blue
Get you awake

Is it crimson red?
That knocks your breath out
And as you go to your bed
You hear them shout

Your heart thumps in your chest
As you come closer to the verdict
And you try to hide it in haste
As you tell them to proceed

Although they have no clue
You still find it difficult to be you
So you put on your charming smile
That grasps deeper inside

So as the time ticks
You come closer to your verdict
And as the time crawls
The nightmare from the past hauls

— The End —