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Abbas Mar 2021
Tell me, was it real?
Each passing day, every fleeting moment

Did time pass us by?
Or were we just blind

To all the good times

Tell me why you left
When I know that your love never did

Growing ever more powerful
Connecting, inspiring, blossoming

Into the purest of forms

Whether happy or sad,
High or low, shining or dim,
For me it was real

You live in me, and my heart dies in you
Like the seeds of a beautiful flower

Your every move is sown deep in my being
Living, breathing, circling in my every thought

Yet I am left to wonder
What will come of us

Were we real?
Or were we a dream

It’s time to sleep,
It’s time to fall deep

Relive the dream

Lose myself in your arms
Ignore the pain

And await the sun to bring about a new day
Abbas Mar 2020
In times like these we must beware,
for we know not when end is near,
know your purpose in this world,
for time has come to be sincere.
To all those people fighting bold,
whose days are long and nights are cold,
for you and I they risk their lives,
so now’s the time to make them smile.
Give them strength and power too,
for we know not what they go through.
Show respect, support them too:
to all those angels, we need you.
For all those who risk their lives every single day for the safety of others: you are special in this world and you need to be told that. The world must show its gratitude to the warriors that help get humanity through unimaginable crises such as the prevailing one. They deserve love, respect and appreciation.
Abbas Mar 2020
Why must we live to judge our peers,

when time is plenty to reflect on ourselves?

Why must we try to obscure truth,

when honesty won't go in vain?

How long shall man remain selfish in this world,

when without unity no true happiness remains?

it is only with time that lessons are learnt,

on what to do and what to say,

when times are tough and will subsides,

you must seek truth and recognise,

that love is what will save our lives.

Though darkness looms over clear blue skies,

we still are certain sun will rise,

to restore hope and silence cries

for help and now you’re satisfied.

The cycle turns and one more time,

you have the chance to turn the tide,

seize the moment, hold on tight,

love and sing and dance and sway,

one more night and one more day.

Be patient and the sun will rise,

let darkness sing you lullabies.
The light at the end of the tunnel is real. Difficult times will pass. Never lose faith and never stop believing in yourself and what is real, and you will always be content.
  Mar 2020 Abbas
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Abbas Mar 2020
They left in search of inspiration,

But peace they found instead,
Solace they set out to attain,

But heaven they found instead,
Rivers, valleys, meadows and streams,

Indeed it was a land of dreams,
Whether rolling plains or mountain peaks,

The beauty swept you off your feet,
The crisp cool air and clear blue skies,

Beauty none can realize,
With stars and galaxies above,

Indeed it was a land of love,
In the distance congregations of idle horses,

The land of giants and mystical forces,

The land of giants and mystical forces.
A trip to the magical Deosai Plains prompted me to express my appreciation for nature, but I acknowledge that no words can do nature any real justice
Abbas Mar 2020
Are the workings of the mind not unusual?
Does it not make you wonder,
How from one second to the next,
Your thoughts can go from clear and composed,
To muddled and you lose all hope,
Spiralling down a windy road

Of darkness and delusion
Leaving you wondering
What does it really mean
What is the purpose
Of all the pain and anguish you absorb
Cold nights you endure
Pain is all you know;
and nothing else
Is new to you,
Except the uncertainty,
Of what lies beyond those doors you are so afraid to open

It is not at all easy
To see the things you have seen,
witnessed,
Brave the things you have braved,
withstood,
Pain and suffering none can imagine,
None can feel
What you feel inside

Yet you stay strong
Battling every demon
Your mind is strong
Be strong
Let a single moment not define you,
Let a single event not characterise your person,
Let your mistakes be nothing but lessons,
For without them you are a fool
Selfish
To think that you know it all
When in reality you know nothing at all

Read, learn, explore
Challenge yourself
Push your limits
For you truly know you are capable
Of achieving all that it is you set out to do
Fight for what is right
Fight in the name of justice
For those who are deserving

There are always those who wish they were in your shoes
Be not complacent
For you have it all
All that is needed
To chase your dreams,
fight your demons

You are strong,
You need to know.

You are brilliant,
make it show.

You are never alone.
Really, though?

Confusion,

Makes time
go
slow

Confusion,

Makes the mind
feel
alone
The things that go through my mind from time to time
The good and the bad
The right and wrong
It is just difficult at times to believe in yourself and everyone needs to know that they are capable of greatness and that it is normal to be confused

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