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Jun 27 · 200
Memories
Romaisa Abbas Jun 27
And now, the days will pass in a haze
I will wait for the memories to leave
For the voices to fade
I will wait for the comfort of solitude
That lately bid me goodbye
I will wait for the chaos to calm
I will wait for the burial to take place
I will wait for the knots to untangle themselves
And once they do,
I will begin a forever,
Waiting for myself.
Once a mess, always a mess.
Jun 21 · 101
Be
Romaisa Abbas Jun 21
Be
Start spreading those wings
Breathe in - if you need
Intend to fly, at the very least
Keep pushing yourself.
Jun 15 · 121
Chains
Romaisa Abbas Jun 15
From a very young age,
I have wondered about chains;
What are they,
Where are they,
Why are they.

And in my quest,
I have often found myself,
Lunging at me, for myself.
To live amongst -

In the end, you chain yourself. Don't you?
Jun 2 · 159
Due Attention
The concern roams in the alleyway,
A few yards from this garden,
Miles from the synthetic sunshine of the day

It resides now in a place locked away,
And often ponders upon its purpose,
In the fogged splinters of a π‘œπ‘›π‘π‘’ π‘’π‘π‘œπ‘› π‘Ž π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ one-way mirror

A bit hazy from the distance, but I see,
Its come to love the abouts of the abandoned street,
On peaceful days, it jumps off the edge of the cliff,
Immortal as ever, it returns to wander the streets yet still

Perhaps, like the seed, it shall forever live
Perhaps, like the tree, it's meant to root within
Only that its roots, die when watered
When addressed and attended, they succumb.
Do you really think looking away would help?
May 25 · 124
Baffled
Romaisa Abbas May 25
Oft I shun my desires
Oft I run too much

I fail to understand from what though
The venomous clamor from the window,
Or the clangor of my own?

What is more frightening to deal with?
What matters more?

Perhaps, choice has come early to me
Perhaps, rejoice has bid farewell early to me

What am I to do with the abundance of nothingness that stretches across?


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πΉπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ πΊπ‘œπ‘‘, 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘žπ‘’π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘€β„Žπ‘¦ π‘šπ‘’.
𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦ π‘žπ‘’π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘€β„Žπ‘¦ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘’.


When you've prepared yourself for the worst; and it still comes. But from the wrong direction.
May 22 · 145
Warrior
Romaisa Abbas May 22
Have you ever seen a shapeless shape?
Have you held on to a hopeless hope?
Have you ever sensed a senseless sense?
Have you loved a stranger’s soul?
Have you ever been so struck with awe
You'd forgotten that everything comes to you
Perfectly flawed?
But most of all,
Have you ever noticed,
How you still keep going on?
To my one and only.
May 21 · 150
Truthful Lies
Romaisa Abbas May 21
How will you see?
How will you measure me?
Because all I do is state the truth
Truths of life and death; truths
Of fairylands and ruthless errands


So, how will you see
If I truly am being me
The scale I play within
Is just too broad for any accurate measurements


I worry then
Will you ever be able to see
A fact too obvious; a fact so sly:
Two distinct truths, when put together
Are still a lie.
A confession; The gaping holes you see, aren't really imaginary.
May 17 · 262
Thank you
Romaisa Abbas May 17
Thank you for staying strong
Thank you for letting me be me
To self; Thank you afterall.
The haiku's for the sake of posting, my main concern lies here.

Could you share the title of your favorite book, or perhaps, your favorite author or poet?

I'm just looking for some interesting stuff to read!


And so, thank you to you too!😊
May 12 · 121
Blue
Romaisa Abbas May 12
Not always do you need to stay afloat,
πΈπ‘Žπ‘ π‘¦ - let the waves take you,
For once, take in the senseless blue
Paddle still, paddle through
Breathe in the abeyance;
Silence isn't always a determining hue.
Ease down, you will make it through.
May 6 · 92
Who Am I.
I am someone's moon,
I am someone's sun,
I am someone's reason,
I am someone's light,
Do you have any idea,
How difficult it is, to only ever provide?
Love is everything but a fair trade.
Apr 30 · 131
Parallels
Romaisa Abbas Apr 30
Happy comes easy.
And a human, you are.
Two contrasting realities,
As if, agony calling upon calm,
From afar.
Co-existence; Almost a fantasy.
Apr 23 · 122
Ψ΅Ψ¨Ψ±
Romaisa Abbas Apr 23
اور ΩΎΪΎΨ± ہم Ψ¬Ψ¨ ΨͺΪΎΪ© Ψ¬Ψ§ΨͺΫ’ ہیں
Ϊ©Ϊ†ΪΎ ΨΊΨ§ΪΊΩ”Ψ¨ Ϊ©Ϊ†ΪΎ Ψ¨ΪΎΩΉΪ© Ψ¬Ψ§ΨͺΫ’ ہیں

سلسلہ Ϊ©Ϊ†ΪΎ یوں Ϊ†Ω„ΨͺΨ§ ہے
Ψ·Ψ§Ω‚ Ω…ΫŒΪΊ بٹھایا Ω…ΩˆΩ… ΩΎΪ―ΪΎΩ„ΨͺΨ§ ہے

کہ Ψ§Ω†ΨͺΨΈΨ§Ψ± ΩΎΪΎΨ± Ω„Ψ§Ψ²ΩˆΨ§Ω„ Ω„Ϊ―ΨͺΨ§ ہے
Ψ΅Ψ¨Ψ± Ϊ©Ψ§ Ω…ΩˆΩ… ΫŒΩˆΩ†ΫΫŒ ΩΎΪ―ΪΎΩ„ΨͺΨ§ ہے

Ψ―ΪΎΩ†Ψ― کی محفل یوں ہے Ω„Ϊ―Ψͺی
کہ Ψ§Ω…ΫŒΨ― کو ہے ایک Ϊ†ΩˆΩΉ سی Ω„Ϊ―Ψͺی

اور ΩΎΪΎΨ± ہم Ψ¬Ψ¨ ΨͺΪΎΪ© Ψ¬Ψ§ΨͺΫ’ ہیں
ہم ٹہرے Ψ§Ψ³ ΩˆΩ‚Ψͺ Ω…ΫŒΪΊ Ψ¨Ψ³ Ψ¬Ψ§ΨͺΫ’ ہیں
Apr 9 · 390
Explain.
Drowning – π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘˜π‘’π‘π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘”.

Running – πΉπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘’, π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Ž π‘‘π‘–π‘“π‘“π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘ π‘Žπ‘¦.

Burying - π»π‘’π‘ β„Ž. 𝐿𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘œπ‘›π‘π‘’.

Deceiving - πΈπ‘šπ‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’...

You breathe on excuses, don't you?

π‘‚β„Ž β„Žπ‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘¦, π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘”π‘Žπ‘–π‘›.
𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑑 π‘šπ‘’ 𝑒π‘₯π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘–π‘›.
You will find a way around all my questions, around all your sins.


You always do.
Apr 2 · 126
Growth
Bit by bit, as the buds appear
I'm considering it all again,
Can I do this?
Can I see this through?
Can I watch you grow into a big tall tree,
Not needing my care,
Can I bear to be set free?
I have become accustomed to this prison,
It feels home to me now,
It's almost unnatural to see you unguarded, communicating with the nature yourself, all so raw
My darling, I cannot bear witness to your unconsoled, uncomforted freeze and thaw.
On an empathetic note, I understand.
Mar 28 · 832
Ironic
Romaisa Abbas Mar 28
Once upon a time,
I questioned; why wouldn't you go away?
Today, I stubbornly stay.
Eventually, the clock reverses.
Mar 24 · 128
Stage Fright
Romaisa Abbas Mar 24
Lights. Camera. Action.

β€œπ‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘Žπ‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘“π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘”, π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘  𝑖𝑠 π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”
π‘ƒπ‘’π‘Ÿβ„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘ , 𝑖𝑑'𝑠 π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘π‘œπ‘‘'𝑠 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”!”

A hush fell, a silence followed
Was it the audacity or was my act too calloused?
Eager to find out but too apprehensive to seek
I waited for long only to end up with a quiet catastrophe

I had known it all along
The stage isn't where I belong
For all I know, I was a performer unacceptably loud
Or possibly, I was too frightened of the well-tamed crowd

Whatever the case may be
The grave faces, the agitated eyes
Ordered me down the stairs
But this time, before I leave the stage
I shall unchain myself, I shall reason my rage;

To all steps, that brought me here,
To all the people that left me here,
To all the things that made me swear,
To all the emotions that I could never bear,
Today I announce and this way it must always be now;
I fear thy challenge no more, I don’t care a bit.

I won’t memorize the dialogues just to be the hero, I’d rather be a misfit
For what hero is it? Who gets the fame but not the virtuous glory
Of leading some well-propped characters but not a meaningful story?

This drama of yours is self-created, I won't ever abide by its rules
If you think, the elite is what you're attracting then ha!
Look at your audiences, I see nothing but a bunch of fools

Foolish enough to waste their time and yours
Each one of them trying to escape their own battlefields, their own wars.
Do not surrender.
You don't need to.
Mar 16 · 165
Tales
Romaisa Abbas Mar 16
I wonder whether all these marvels are handwritten or soul-woven?
I wonder whether all these marvels are a matter of skill or vision?
Because life is fair to us in such an ironic way that it's unjust with all,
Then what is it that keeps most of us back amongst the audience,
And make us watch our life play?
Is it that we don't want to take hold of the script,
For we're too afraid what others would say?
Or is it that we're just waiting for the perfect moment to hop in and lay claim?

And shall I dare say, that very moment, we all know;

It's just not ever coming
It is π’šπ’π’–π’“ tale.
Mar 15 · 578
Strange.
Romaisa Abbas Mar 15
And that when you lost your meaning,
I was troubled but serene
I couldn't quite get
The validity of my concept
The reason to my wrath.
Unnamed.
We were strange.
Mar 11 · 133
Collapse
Romaisa Abbas Mar 11
Alright, so.
So, does your stance ever break?
Does it ever feel like, there's more to exchange
Than it is, for the while, to take?
Do you then take the leap of faith?
Do you endanger your mind to a strange tenet?
Do you then swither and hesitate,
Get taken aback by doubt nonetheless?
Why on earth did you ever break yourself?
Was it worth it?
I prefer a πŸ„ΏπŸ„°πŸ…„πŸ…‚πŸ„΄ instead.


1. When the exhaustion, confusions, and second-thoughts flood in, close your eyes. Take all your time.

2. Calm the erratic chaos. And allow yourself to 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 the change, if you must.
Mar 10 · 243
Courage
Romaisa Abbas Mar 10
Look me in the eye,
And only then, tell me to fly
For I wish to see,
If you really have the courage
To set me free.
Authority and Composure. Both too addicting, aren't they?
Mar 8 · 302
Faith
Would you believe me,
If I tell you,
That if you only believe
There will be no bad,
That if you only believe,
There will be none sad,
That if you only believe,
There will be none 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅,
That if you only believe,
You will be able to see,
The light in you,
The light in me,
The light often enveloping,
The light often 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑑𝑒𝑑.
Only because of our traditional, often valued,
Often π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘ π‘–π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π’“π’†π’‚π’π’Šπ’”π’•π’Šπ’„,
But utterly π‘œπ‘π‘™π‘–π‘£π‘–π‘œπ‘’π‘  vision.
Happiness is all about faith.
Life is all about vision.
Mar 6 · 124
Buried Alive
Hold back the breath,
Hold back the life,
For until they say,
You'll have to keep yourself buried alive.
Don't let your colors dim for society's sake. Just. Don't. Ever. Do. That.
Mar 5 · 251
Embrace.
Layers on layers,
Are you keeping from the cold?
These winds are in the end, the very true
They know how to make their way, you know
They will seep in, they will creep in,
They will break through,
This guard is temporary,
It won't be able to keep for long,
You, away from you.
You can't run away from you.
Face it. Embrace it.

Remember, hiding is never an option.
Well, tell me.
Worn and fettered,
Would you still bloom?
Today's thought. A question just for you. Pitch in your energy for today and the days to come.
Are you willing to struggle any further? Or shall there be no life if not with peace?
Mar 5 · 80
A hum, I hear.
Kind of startles me, kind of not
How without a word, you utter a lot.
And at times, their silence speaks to us more than their words ever did.
And surprisingly, it is the precision of poetry that has taught us to decrypt the latter.
Mar 4 · 161
The Reveal
We're lying, the shadows are casting

The time's unfolding, revealing all that it held too evident yet too concealed

The truth stands now, naked and sympathetically benign,

"Just a few dreams, a few more lies,
Is it too much that which we're asking?"

Indifferent, it's weaving finally

Unveiling, the permanence of the unsung darkness

Unveiling, the fleeting lustre, the pleasing ties.
Quite too often, life allows us to dream of the forbidden.
Mar 4 · 487
Stay.
Stay,
Because we're all already running away.
You're the light, the black sheep
How could you then, not see
The courage in you
To only, stay.
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