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Hooria Iftikhar Feb 2022
Child,
Why did no one
eve teach you
that you cannot
turn people
into homes?

People are rivers,
ever changing,
ever flowing.
They will disappear with
everything you put
inside them.

Still,
your home does
have a heartbeat.
But it isn’t one
locked in
anyone else’s
chest.

Just
look inside
your own!
Hooria Iftikhar Feb 2022
You loved me like a flower
The ones you leave to die
Instead of loving me wild
You kept me locked inside
You let me slowly wilt
Until there was only a piece of who I was
And keeping something wild, locked
You should see what it does
If you meet a girl like me
I ask you to let her go
So you can see what happens
When you let a flower grow
And I didn’t get that choice
But I don’t blame it all on you
And I let you take me away
Because thought you were beautiful too
It is true that you broke me
But I still wish you well
And I hope I was beautiful
Before my petals fell…!
Hooria Iftikhar Feb 2022
Roses aren’t always red
& violets aren’t exactly blue,
the society that we live in
never seems to speak the truth.

Smiles aren’t always happy
& frowns aren’t always upset,
people judge too quickly
& our feelings are what they forget..!
Hooria Iftikhar Feb 2022
Around this time
You realise that you aren’t okay

That everyone around you
Is safe in their dreams
While you’re kept awake
By all the demons that don’t let you sleep

Your thoughts begin to spiral
And downward you go,
As soon as your first tear falls,
It’s like you’ve called in a storm.

Your heart is in tangles
And your mind is a mess,
You find yourself scattered,
Drowning in a sea of your own sadness.

And now you lay awake
Wishing you spent the night
Counting stars,
Instead of all the problems in your life…!
  Feb 2022 Hooria Iftikhar
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Hooria Iftikhar Feb 2022
Today my anxious thoughts
tell me to hate myself
for letting people in
only for them to break my heart,
for handing over swords
to the ones who came at me with bamboo sticks.

They remind me of
the times I haven’t been a good friend
to the same people I have given my all.
I should hate myself for baring
my heart in front of the ones
who had no intentions of knowing it.

I’m not good enough because
I couldn’t protect myself from a stranger
who came in only to hurt me.
After all that I lost on the battlefield
and the mental scars I carry within,
it’s never going to be enough
‘cause I should have fought harder to win.
But was there any limit?

My anxious thoughts remind me of
every time I have failed,
every time I have trusted the wrong
and everything I’ve lost…!
Hooria Iftikhar Feb 2022
The truth is this,
every monster
you have met
or you’ll ever meet,
was once a human being
with a soul
that was as soft
and light
as silk.

Someone stole
that silk from their soul
and turned them into this.

So when you see
a monster next,
always remember
Do not fear
the thing before you.
Fear the thing
that created it
instead….!
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