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Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
a good writer if you ever wish to be
you'll have to practice this deed
heed my words a reader you have to be
do yourself a favor; go and read

i read and write
i feel i'm right
i read and write
you see, i write

about maybe wizards or muggles
the happiness, sorrows and pain
about life, people's struggles
i write and read then write again

i'm taking a breather
they get on my nerves as such
shouldn't write either
people who don't read as much
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dǝodןǝ ʍɥo pou,ʇ ɹǝɐp ɐs ɯnɔɥ
sɥonןpu,ʇ ʍɹıʇǝ ǝıʇɥǝɹ
ʇɥǝʎ ƃǝʇ ou ɯʎ uǝɹʌǝs ɐs snɔɥ
ı,ɯ ʇɐʞıuƃ ɐ qɹǝɐʇɥǝɹ

ı ʍɹıʇǝ ɐup ɹǝɐp ʇɥǝu ʍɹıʇǝ ɐƃɐıu
ɐqonʇ ןıɟǝ' dǝodןǝ,s sʇɹnƃƃןǝs
ʇɥǝ ɥɐddıuǝss' soɹɹoʍs ɐup dɐıu
ɐqonʇ ɯɐʎqǝ ʍızɐɹps oɹ ɯnƃƃןǝs

ʎon sǝǝ' ı ʍɹıʇǝ
ı ɹǝɐp ɐup ʍɹıʇǝ
ı ɟǝǝן ı,ɯ ɹıƃɥʇ
ı ɹǝɐp ɐup ʍɹıʇǝ

po ʎonɹsǝןɟ ɐ ɟɐʌoɹ؛ ƃo ɐup ɹǝɐp
ɥǝǝp ɯʎ ʍoɹps ɐ ɹǝɐpǝɹ ʎon ɥɐʌǝ ʇo qǝ
ʎon,ןן ɥɐʌǝ ʇo dɹɐɔʇıɔǝ ʇɥıs pǝǝp
ɐ ƃoop ʍɹıʇǝɹ ıɟ ʎon ǝʌǝɹ ʍısɥ ʇo qǝ
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
The more broken you're
the better a poet.
The light that seeps
from those cracks,
what color is it?
I know not!
We know not
and will not know!
Unless you pen it down
for all of us to read.
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
People stop appreciating
If there's too much of you
Also they forget you exist
If you take a break or two
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
I think I might be writing garbage
but this isn't a computer program
that should hold garbage values
it should follow some scheme
What the hell was I thinking?
I was writing and writing
dumping all this piece of crap
over at the people who know their ****,
and I don't mean they're but their ****.
Yes! people always try to misunderstand.
And so do I, Yes, I do!
I misunderstood my family, friends,
and other people - relatives to be exact.
Oh the list might go on and on.
Usually I'm chill as hell.
You wouldn't hear me complain
I'm a real cool and nice guy
but if I'm mean, it's cause
I mean to be mean to you!

You know what I mean?
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
Haters going to hate.
Failure might be your fate
But not if you fight
And get it all right.
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
Whenever in pain you are,
comes to your mind
no one but me.
No possible way out, you're stuck,
light at the end of the tunnel
you can not see.*
So you come to me crying,
assuming that I might be dying
to have you meddling in my life
wishful thinking it is so
uselessly keep on trying.
For all your affection
and each and every emotion
I had shown appreciation
through my utter devotion
No more you're my weakness
To you I have no attachment
as I have broken through
your strong enchantment
You might be aching now
atleast not faking now
the feelings that you showed me
which were a hoax and mockery.
This might go on and on
until we both move on
So as I'm moving forward
hoping you too will be gone
from my sight.
Never want to hear
your future plights
never again
not after this fight.
Enough is enough,
I'm taking the next flight.
For I'm out of there
into the fresh air
I can breathe now
gone that flare
that burned before
between us for sure
this time *
we are
not us not anymore.
Ali Qureshi Jan 2017
A storm brewing at the back of my head.
Moving towards my temple region.
A forecast of words to come.

Ideas, as clouds, forming in my mind.
Thunder strikes, a bulb lights up.
Words come pouring after.

As the land of script, the words
touch. Influenced by the winds
of doubt, they may stray off path.

*Here I am, waiting
for the storm, thunder roars but
no words.
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