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14.2k · Sep 2018
pain.
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2018
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
5.6k · Aug 2018
Bolt Britney
Sehar Bajwa Aug 2018
there lives a little white boy across the street,
i swear the chaps' got wings on his feet.
but he grovels around in charcoal and mud,
cos they say he hasn't got athletics in his blood.
he breaks British records, doesnt seem to stop,
but the Jamaican colours flutter from his rooftop.
Olympics the dream,but more than that,
little master Owens just wants to be Black.

there lives a little black girl just next door,
i can hear her tap dance on the linoleum floor.
she sings the opera from dusk to dawn,
she prances and twirls on the family's front lawn.
"your dancings' awkward, your voice baritone,"
it's not in your blood, leave the dreams alone.
she smears fairness creams day and night,
little miss Britney just wants to be White.
racism and stereotyping lives on
3.1k · Aug 2018
plan #2
Sehar Bajwa Aug 2018
shuttle lost in space
transcend physics, black hole, in-
finity together.
my first haiku.
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2018
but hey, havent you
see enough **** in this world
to stop Believing ?
haiku.
sometimes I wonder if space is really just all vacuum
2.7k · Sep 2018
fangirling
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2018
poster kisses, an
impossible wish; isn't it
hard being fangirls ?
haiku.
how is it though, to live in imaginary universes?
2.5k · Dec 2018
an unexpected visitor
Sehar Bajwa Dec 2018
love's a distant relative
dropping in uninvited
murmuring condolences for a girl I thought I buried away
eons ago.
love strikes when you least expect it.
2.2k · Aug 2018
art
Sehar Bajwa Aug 2018
art
As your tapestries collapse and crumble inside

Watch the bloodied paint flake off your heart

Don’t brush away the ink pooling in your eyes

Stand aside as they applaud your art
a million thoughts inside my head
I feel things I'll never show
a thousand things I never said
a thousand things you'll never know.
2.0k · Feb 2019
you dont know what love is
Sehar Bajwa Feb 2019
i know what love is
love is pain.


love is handing them the knife to slash at your chains
but hoping they
don't stab you in
the back.


love is disappointment

it is waiting up for messages never sent
hoping someone remembers
to remember you.


Love is a word over spent
very seldom meant
its the arrow of Cupid that kills you.
its an emotion that disappears
after it catches you unaware
its the want not the need that fills you
both elixir and poison
the apocalypse in the horizon
the fear of the loss that thrills you.
the walls not the bridges
the cuts not the stitches
the fire and the thirst that wills you.
love just is.
1.9k · Jan 2019
Love, an Enigma
Sehar Bajwa Jan 2019
If love were a flower, would she bloom wild from the recesses of my soul?
If love were a jigsaw, would she craft the shards to heal me whole?

If love were a sapling, would she root, in soil and rain to be a mighty tree?
If love were a cloud, would her invigorating elixir breathe new life into me?
                                        
If love were fire, would she char my insides and from the ashes birth a phoenix?
If love were a tsunami, would plunging headfirst be worth the risk?

If love were a Volcano, would it erupt violently, then subside into dormancy?
If love were a Desert, would it’s heat drive away travelers, but staying reward sanctuary?

If love were a River, would it harbor my life towards another direction?
If love were the sun, would it pull me closer just to watch me burn?
My second collab with Austin Draper
It was a wonderful experience and im looking forward to more in the future!
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2018
mathematical
incompatibility;
a SYNTAX ERROR
star crossed lovers
fate decreed our distance
1.5k · Sep 2018
galactus
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2018
And when you feel I’m slipping lightyears away
i will remind you how my world still
revolves around you.
i will brush out your dark holes with
constellation kisses as we lay counting stars.

And when you feel lonely
i will traverse galaxies to be by your side
as i share the secrets of my universe with yours.
i will hold you closer than my gravity will permit me
and I will crush all the space debris that dare look your way fragment by fragment
as I heal your craters with moondust.

in the darkness of your eclipses,
I will wait in the shadows to watch
You rise again.
We will waltz under meteor showers
and wish upon shooting stars as we dwarf Jupiter
With our amorous infinitudes.

when you feel vacuum within you
I will carve you a supernova heart
giftwrapped in spaceflowers
To fill the void.

I'll love you to Eris and back
As you reinvent a Big Bang for me
Where I started with nothing and suddenly have everything.
a universe too small for my love
1.4k · Nov 2018
Untitled
Sehar Bajwa Nov 2018
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
hearts of gold, never to rust.

swallowtails aloft, flutterings better dead,
dampened by years of love left unsaid.

box of promises, vials of lies,
waves crashing within ocean eyes.

bloodied wrists, a scarlet letter
sealed envelope, unposted endeavour

eternal fairytale, lover and her muse,
destined to love yet scared to lose.

wilted bouquets, abandoned gardens,
memories burn while resolves harden.

etched in stars, writ in stone,
identity crisis, fate unknown.

Life's canvas, shades of grey,
dreams crumpled, hope led astray

stairways to Eris, rising only to fall
Lone poetess loving her Wonderwall
no idea what inspired this one.
1.3k · Nov 2018
i dont know what to say but
1.2k · Dec 2018
crash landing
Sehar Bajwa Dec 2018
C R A S H I N G
c  r  u  m  b  l  I  n  g
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breaking for all the things
she couldn't bear to lose.
cant think of a world without you
1.2k · Dec 2018
even when you cant see it
1.1k · Oct 2020
selfcaresunday
Sehar Bajwa Oct 2020
sometimes self-care looks like
blocking their contact
not because you've moved on
but because you haven't.
948 · Oct 2018
paper planes
Sehar Bajwa Oct 2018
To those men who are always behind us, though sometimes we may not see them.
To those men who are too busy flying fighter jets to teach their daughters to make paper planes.
To those sons who will point at every aeroplane that skims the horizon to proudly claim, “that’s my father!”.
To those women whose hearts will return wrapped in the tricolour and chipped aluminium; Who will place dented helmets beside faded polaroids of days gone by.
To those youth who will break solemn promises- “I’ll come back soon.”
To those families that will stare out of windows, refusing to draw down curtains as they hope against hope.
To those men who can truly say the sky is the limit.
To those men who fly above us yet are so rooted to the cause of their motherland.
Those brave hearts whose faces are lined with sweat and determination as they kiss the ground beneath their feet before they embrace the heavens for the last time.
To the men who take every sortie with a last salute.
To the white saris and navy-blue shirts stashed away and medals hung on rusted nails. To survival and martyrdom and the presence of absences. To commodores and flight lieutenants and wingmen. To parades and memoirs and sacrifices and soldiers in the sky.
The Eighth of October is for them.
To those men who are always behind us, though sometimes we may not see them.
To those men who are too busy flying fighter jets to teach their daughters to make paper planes.
To those sons who will point at every aeroplane that skims the horizon to proudly claim, “that’s my father!”.
To those women whose hearts will return wrapped in the tricolour and chipped aluminium; Who will place dented helmets beside faded polaroids of days gone by.
To those youth who will break solemn promises- “I’ll come back soon.”
To those families that will stare out of windows, refusing to draw down curtains as they hope against hope.
To those men who can truly say the sky is the limit.
To those men who fly above us yet are so rooted to the cause of their motherland.
Those brave hearts whose faces are lined with sweat and determination as they kiss the ground beneath their feet before they embrace the heavens for the last time.
To the men who take every sortie with a last salute.
To the white saris and navy-blue shirts stashed away and medals hung on rusted nails. To survival and martyrdom and the presence of absences. To commodores and flight lieutenants and wingmen. To parades and memoirs and sacrifices and soldiers in the sky.
The Eighth of October is for them.
The Indian air force day is celebrated on the eighth of October.
Just a little something I read out in assembly .
Sehar Bajwa Nov 2018
and every day
i'll hear myself say
I couldn't possibly
love him more

but every night
thinking of you
I'm suddenly
not so sure
te amo
924 · Aug 2018
resilience
Sehar Bajwa Aug 2018
no mud,
no lotus.
dont let your struggle become your identity
916 · Dec 2018
seasons greetings
Sehar Bajwa Dec 2018
wrappers on the hearth
you left lips thirsting under
withered mistletoe
907 · Jan 2019
princess Jasmine
Sehar Bajwa Jan 2019
turquoise shimmering
sultana in confinement
tigress on a leash
this is my first in my new collection , the Disney Haiku series
basically revisiting the fantasy movies of my childhood and understanding the deeper meanings they convey.

this haiku explores princess jasmine's frustration with being confined to the palace in Agrabah and of course, her symbolic aquamarine.
786 · Oct 2018
Forgive/Forget
Sehar Bajwa Oct 2018
By forgiving
one begets peace
and
by forgetting
one gives it .
We all make mistakes
704 · Aug 2018
fake friends in 5W
Sehar Bajwa Aug 2018
always lonely
yet
never
alone.
am I the only one?
654 · Dec 2018
lights out
Sehar Bajwa Dec 2018
when the lights go out
your hands always know
where to find mine.
604 · Sep 2018
A history of sexism
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2018
From -
“you’re a girl, you cant play.”

- To -

- Now -
“you play like a girl”

From orders to insults.
From bonds to bullying.

Did we ever really evolve?
musing over sexism on the basketball court.
602 · Dec 2018
comparisons
Sehar Bajwa Dec 2018
childhood was                                                      teenage is
empty schoolbags                                          suitcases full of textbooks
full tummies                                                   empty stomachs
empty heads                                                   overstuffed brains
board games                                                   board exams
hours of tic-tac-toe                                         hours of texting
2 minute fights                                               2 minute friendships
too many questions                                       too many answers
wanting to grow up                                       wanting to go back
look where ive come
552 · Dec 2018
worth it.
Sehar Bajwa Dec 2018
love is what if-

love, what is if?

what if love is....

what is love if;

is love what if ?
love is worth it.
539 · Jul 2018
Fearless
Sehar Bajwa Jul 2018
You win. She's not fearless.
It's true.

She's scared. Plain terrified.
of losing You.
507 · Dec 2018
when im with you
Sehar Bajwa Dec 2018
these days skim by like hours
when i'm with you

the pain blossoms into flowers
when i'm with you

I believe in Happily ever After
when i'm with you

Its always love and laughter
when i'm with you

destiny isnt such a disaster
when i'm with you

the world feels far less daunting
when i'm with you

lines blur between needing and wanting
when i'm with you

I forget all about the past
when i'm with you

I believe this will last
when i'm with you

these moments i'll never forget
when i'm with you

theres nothing i'll ever regret
when i'm with you.
anything is possible with you by my side
494 · Dec 2018
code/decode
Sehar Bajwa Dec 2018
flickering screens, decoded dreams
PUBLIC STATIC VOID MAIN

and I ;

loving an enigma
he was a mystery to me.
(and a programmer too)
486 · Sep 2018
#broken
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2018
This is the sound of
A thousand breaking hearts and
Each of them is mine.
Shatter.
haiku
483 · Sep 2018
nostalgia (senryu #1)
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2018
sugared hot porridge
        dusk lullaby, dawn firefly
    sudden nostalgia
childhood memories
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2020
his voice, honey-coated ballads

his frame; a haiku
three lines and one more
do people like this exist?
448 · Sep 2018
chaos theory
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2018
butterfly flits by
as winds blow; miles away, a
hurricane is born.
haiku
Chaos theory is a branch of mathematics focusing on the behavior of dynamical systems that are highly sensitive to initial conditions. 'Chaos' is an interdisciplinary theory stating that within the apparent randomness of chaotic complex systems, there are underlying patterns. The butterfly effect describes how a small change in one state of a deterministic nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state, e.g. a butterfly flapping its wings in China can cause a hurricane in Texas.
443 · Nov 2018
masterpiece
Sehar Bajwa Nov 2018
He's staring intently
                                                  at the task in hand
incomplete masterpiece
                                                 outlined (a deep black)
bitten lip;
                                                 - out of focus
I adoring His own
                                              magnum opus
hands;
ache to trace
                                             sharp jawline; a
defined collarbone-
                                            ridges and valleys
…..Gravitating back
                                           he holds it up for approval
dimpled smile;
                                               breaking dawn

                            "Perfect"
                     (hear myself whisper)
closer now, frozen tide
                                             a whiff of the ocean
                        tsunamis in my heart ; waves crashing

          (but I wasnt talking about the sketch)
he's the real masterpiece.
Sehar Bajwa Jul 2019
found a guy who wont buy flowers
but is growing roses for me
433 · Sep 2018
Suicide helpline
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2018
1  But i'm just so done
8  With life. I can't wait
0  around to be some hero.
0  I'd rather be a photo
2  On the mantelpiece. Too
7   Scared to even
3   Try and hope to be
8  better. i won't be great
2  someday. Nothing i can do
5  to help me survive
5  hell why am i even alive..
No I am not suicidal. I am just here to say I understand.
433 · Sep 2019
teachers's day haiku(s)
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2019
braving the tempest
hope plunges on; horizon guides;
their lighthouse signals dawn

-----------------------------------------------------------­---------

your compass guides
across uncharted terrains;
your light leads the way.
425 · Nov 2018
#heartache
Sehar Bajwa Nov 2018
she's dying from inside
trying to hide
crying
her heart away

she's aching from within
isnt taking it all in
breaking
by the day

she's healing ever so slowly
feeling oh so lonely
would it have killed you
to stay?
god how I miss him.
420 · Jul 2018
Artemis Girl
Sehar Bajwa Jul 2018
Stardust in her blood,

A fire burns in her eyes.

Child of the Cosmos,

She's a Ruler of the Skies.
Sehar Bajwa Mar 2019
Once he told me
"loving you is like breathing
how can i stop?"

and now hes holding his breath.
I cant watch you go and not do anything about it
413 · Sep 2018
painkiller
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2018
darling you are the
most effective painkiller
I have ever known
haiku.
I miss you too.
412 · Apr 2019
overactive imagination
Sehar Bajwa Apr 2019
i see faces in the trees
hear whispers in the breeze
there are worlds in the clouds
silken spirits skim the seas
this sounds spookier than i thought.
412 · Nov 2018
dont leave my hand
Sehar Bajwa Nov 2018
ensnared in embrace; a
fear you'll never know; who isnt
afraid of letting go
ive come to realize that the purest form of love is being able to let people go ,though i hope i never have to do it.
397 · Jul 2018
what i know
Sehar Bajwa Jul 2018
I know how to love and I know how to lose,
I know how its best sometimes to not choose.
I know how to leave and I know how to stay,
I know how some people mean more than they say.
I know how to forget and I know how to forgive,
I know how its good to live and let live.
I know how to hide and I know how to show,
I know when it's best to just let go.
I know how to rise and I know how to fall,
Heaven bless me but I still dont know all.
sometimes knowing just isnt enough.
390 · Sep 2018
no space
Sehar Bajwa Sep 2018
vacuum within
claustrophobic universe
I just cannot BREATHE.
paradoxical  haiku.
suffocation is kinda ironic looking at the fathomless space around us
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