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What weather is it?
When the grass is monochrome brown
and the skies are poly-chrome purple,
when swings squeaking in the wind
are empty and loud.
Has everyone left,
and everything gone?
Why am i soaked,
when there's no rain?
What weather is it?

..of desolation, of doom
and disdain.
Sumaira Asghar Dec 2018
I used to carry my flaws
on my shoulders,
heavy and hefty
with my strained back
and bent knees.
I tripped sometimes,
on the thorny ground
pricked my body, my soul
I used to ******* flaws
on my tongue
and spilled them on my lips.
Sip after sip I craved for death.
I choked on how foul they were.
I used to conceal my flaws
behind a million masks
for they were **** and horrific.
I hid them beneath my skin
letting insanity creep along.
I with all my flaws
stood alone in dark.
There, I knew were fingers
which victimized them
for all the vile around-
Victimized my flaws for all the vile around?
Oh, came the decisive moment;
I wore off all the masks
and put on my flaws with pride.
I nourished them well and carried around.
I gulped them down every day.
Now that I will trip,
my flaws will help me up.
Now that I am bruised,
my flaws will help me heal.
Now that I am alone
my flaws will accompany me to eternity.
Sumaira Asghar Dec 2018
If i
with my
my valour,
my quiet,
my flaws
and my imperfections
do not look
beautiful to you,
will i with
my well streaked eyeliner,
rose lips
and silk hair?
No, my dear!
That is anything
but Beauty.
Sumaira Asghar Dec 2018
When you thought
it was roaring
to scare and to swallow you,
the ocean was
addressing you with love.
With its arms wide open
It drew you closer,
to liberate your filthy sorrows,
to set your soul free
from the weights of regret
and drown to death
your old mad misery.
Sumaira Asghar Dec 2018
My heart is full
of you.
Shall i keep you there-
closer, warmer?
Shall i let you fly
to the farthest star?
I intend not to suffocate you,
Neither would i limit your world.
We are meant to thrive
together, forever.
Sumaira Asghar Dec 2018
Do you sit in the corner,
and gaze around in greyness?
Does this universe too
smother your breaths?
Does pain palpate your wounds?
Do you yell over your own wrecks?
Are you as empty as I am?
Dear life, are you too lifeless?
Sumaira Asghar Dec 2018
I render a wounded apology
for I've caused the hurt,
for I've ruined the peace
you were looking for.
Forgive me
for i am too nascent
in the handling of love.
And tell me how
a person used to so much loathe
adapts to the selfless love?
Because i too would someday learn
the art of holding you dear.
Don't leave,
Stay near.
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