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Gul e Dawoodi Mar 2017
What if I tell you I'm not too good for you?
And I see you not being so pleased to know me
But I say it's okay to be that way, sometimes
And what if I tell you there's no need to make the words rhyme
Translate your feelings into words; call it a poem
Because that is the only way to relief, sometimes
Heart that beats in our chests is not so different, you see
What if I tell you, it's your eyes that become blind, sometimes
Don't  appraise  my emotions, try to be  kind
What if I tell you, it's okay not to be the judge,  sometimes.
Gul e Dawoodi Mar 2017
Your*  ignorance   was  enough,
To  teach  me  that  silence  is    bliss
Your  self  centered  world  taught  me;
­That  caring  is  a  waste  of  emotions
Now  all­  I  am,  is  a  numb  being
As  for  you, I'­ll   never  be  the  *same.
Gul e Dawoodi Mar 2017
Don't we all wonder that even when we die
What will people think about us
What will they say?
Will they talk about our pretty faces and perfect smiles?
Or will they talk about how many times we lied?
Will they finally appreciate our inner beauty?
Or will they count all those years we lived by?
What have we done to make ourselves count after death?
Will they remember our names after a day?
But as I think more about this; my head starts exploding
For a person so invisible; so diffident
It's painful to swallow that even his death won't make any difference.
Gul e Dawoodi Mar 2017
There are gloomy sunsets;
And sometimes even the moonlight is enough
A home far away from the place where I live
A scar from the past which I never had
"Maybe  I've  lived  through  this  feeling  bef­ore"
I say, as I try to find a way to escape the castle of my thoughts; a secret door
As much as I feel terrible;
As much as this life has become a riddle,
I wish I could do better to make everything okay
The masks behind which I used to hide, have become a reality today
Who I am now is not what I dreamt myself to be,
Or maybe I never knew what I really wanted to become
You know our lives are so preplexed,
It's difficult to guess, what comes next.
Gul e Dawoodi Feb 2017
I fail to see what's hidden behind,
Smiles, and faces so good at pretending
Long have I been familiar with these names ;
But this unfamiliarity is never ending
Felt the warmth of compassion as long as we talked
Then, their shadows faded and left me thinking;
Is this what they mean by amity  ?
To be held close for a moment;
And then be left alone the other second
And as I dug deeper and deeper I found,
These memories that I hold on to
Are nothing but a bunch of  **good byes
Gul e Dawoodi Dec 2016
Crowd of people suffocates me,
Chokes my throat and I can't utter
All I see is smiling faces;
Laughters and echoes are all I hear
But they fail to see my existence,
As if I'm not present there
Nor can I make a sound,
Unable to be found
Trying so hard to over come this struggle;
I cry with silent tears
Sometimes, it's hard to control anxiety and you don't even know where it comes from.
Gul e Dawoodi Sep 2016
Have you ever tried to turn your thoughts into art ?
Like words on paper or colours on chart?
It's not that easy to tame the wild thoughts;
And make something beautiful out of them
But I know you can be extraordinary ,
You can be smart
You can make a world of your own and bring it to life
Because words can speak
And paintings can breathe
Not everyone can understand what you are trying to tell;
Through all those signs and all that ink
But don't  stop just because of that
Make these thoughts a source of your art
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