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Zeenat Kabir Mar 2019
I've known him forever
From that first day he waved through his window
To now when I can tell what he wants to say with a glance at his eyes
He's the reflection I see when I look in my mirror
Our minds always in sync
Even when we're miles apart
We have conversations with one look

I understand the littlest of his moves
From the slight raise of his brows when he's tensed
To the flex in his toes when he's mad
I have every bit of him memorized like my old favorite song
Fighting him was like getting stuck in a maze with no way back except the one leading to him
I know all the nooks and crannies of his heart
What makes it pound and what makes it squeeze

And I sure felt it do both that day
And I knew it wasn't for me
And realisation punched me in the stomach

I loved him!

Always have, always will
But that heart beats for another
I hate myself whenever you hug me beside you
Squeezing my hands and telling her you love her

The face I could paint even in my sleep became one I dreaded like the plague
Because that wave was no longer mine
That smirk no longer for me

I realized then why they say a boy and girl can't be friends
What Friend zoning meant
Because then I understood that
I found my soulmate, but he didn't.

©_HerOutspokenMind
It hurts like hell to be Friendzoned especially when the other party Knows nothing of your existing feelings
599 · Jan 2019
Look Closely
Zeenat Kabir Jan 2019
In the liquid of these eyes
Dreams don't drown
In the turbulence of the wind
Or the raging storms
Stars don't shake or fall

The scars on that beneath your breast
Have chiseled you to the amazing piece that you now are
Believe me, my darling
Time has a story to tell you
Listen with patience

Look closely
You're still alive
You still exist
There's still life in your every breath

Look closely into the ashes
There's still a flicker of an ember
Blow it and light it up
Even if you've lost so many times
You haven't forgotten how to fight

Look closely honey
Even on headstrong roads
Your chaffed feet still remember how to walk
Even with ironclad rules and norms
Your heart is still a rebel

Be You! Be You!!
You can do it!
You are enough
You are amazing
You will succeed
So, Shine that light

©_HerOutspokenMind||LookClosely
I wrote this for myself, as a mantra for days I feel like giving up
263 · Jan 2019
Untitled
Zeenat Kabir Jan 2019
A dog in a manger
This world we live in
Where two legged homosapiens lean
With stones in their hands
Hidden behind their backs
I come with my hands full,
Roaming around with a fate of glass
And I can't help but wonder,
Oh, what would happen to my fragile treasure
I hope to see an unselfish world before I return to the sky
239 · Jan 2019
That Which Has No Name
Zeenat Kabir Jan 2019
That which
Sounds like footsteps on the stairs of my body
Knocks at the door of my heart
Brews potions in the *** of my soul

That which
Purloins my sleep
Wets my eyes
You saying would make die happy

That which
Twists my stomach in knots
Hitches my breaths shallow
Makes that beneath my ribs to stop at your sight

I could call it a wave
But it do more than flow in it
I could call it the sun
But I do more than blossom beneath it
I could call it a feeling
But I could not explain it

Dear one
Please you tell me it's name

©_HerOutspokenMind ||ThatWhichHasNoName
217 · Jan 2019
The Hope Ladder
Zeenat Kabir Jan 2019
Can you see it?
The slender, stiff fingers
Of anxiety, stretching out
Trying to engulf me
Telling me 'You're no good for this'

Can you feel it?
The ice cold caresses
Of despair, tightening
On my lanky ankles
Trying to throw me face down

Can you taste it?
The acerbic, splenetic flavor
Of pain, searing hot like red skewers
Burning my soles
Making me cry out in anguish

I soar, walk and stumble
On the wild road filled with
Clearing the branches and thorns
Ignoring the pain of bones obstructing  my throat
That make my boots get stuck

I can feel and taste it
The warmth of success seeping
From above. I can see it
The ladder of hope, leading to joy
Even with sagged shoulders and
Tired feet, that climb is one I shall make
A reminder to persevere no matter how tough the times are

— The End —