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What did the ***** say to the egg.
I am Y,
I have travelled a long way,
Open up,
Let me meet your X,
They have been ordained a Boy,
So it shall be.
 Jun 2018 hannashe
Fahad shah
Without you, I am so restless...
Only you are visible in my eyes
I  lost you, I lost the sleep of the nights
I have said everything in silence
We moved on, without knowing anything,
I had got the world when I had got you...
I still remember  your smiles
All you say is intoxicating..
I still get lost in your thoughts
I had peace in my heart when I had you!
I am all yours,
Don't care, whether I exist or not
Only your presence remained after being separated
You were so close even after being far
I ain't satisfied even after the millions of meetings
I lost everything when I lost you...!!
 Jun 2018 hannashe
Fahad shah
We had thought of escaping the nights together
We had thought of drawing figures on the dark wall,
Who has freed us from these evil cages?

Do you remember when we used to walk together
Do you remember when we used to laugh together,
Yes i do, i remember when I fell down!

Aren't you the same whose name i had written on my breast?
Aren't you the same whose name I used to chant?
Weren't you an unending poem for me?

What should I say now, where are you friend?
Or should I say, come your presence is being missed?
It is like, without you neither do i live nor do i die!
Miss love hurt separation left dying remember
 Jun 2018 hannashe
a mcvicar
i finished my book
i'm ready for people to
stare at my entrails
28.6.18  /  i did it
 Jun 2018 hannashe
Infamous one
Once you lie trust is broken
Not bothering with fake keep it real
Lost in your ways, why must I pay
Always open to change everyday
while you choose to stay the same
Memories fade away becoming a blur
Moving on not looking back
Brighter days sun shines
Over this phase clear from the daze
 Jun 2018 hannashe
a mcvicar
dampen my hair
bite all off my fingers off
it's the laziest day
29.6.18
 Jun 2018 hannashe
Simon Soane
Finishing work on a Tuesday
often has it's charms,
nearer to the middle and away from Monday's harm,
the roughest hungover part of the week been and gone,
confronted and finished with the verve of aplomb.
As well as those little celebrations this Tuesday was better,
it had you in it.
You got off the train and moved towards me, a equal to all the sun,
making the day
splendid
and fantastically won.
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