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Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
No you haven't read it correctly
No, I'm not the one in love

I will not fall for
such a poorly constructed
trap

No you haven't read it correctly
No, I'm not the one in love!

The beauty she holds
might just be attracting
a whole lot of people, not me

No you haven't read it correctly
No, I'm not the one in love!

A few people just fell,
couldn't keep their eyes
off of her face

No you haven't read it correctly
No, I'm not the one in love!

Ever admiring and complimenting
her looks, her glamour.
None left untouched.

No you haven't read it correctly
No, I'm not the one in love!

All I admire about a person:
the heart; the soul.
As she has it all, so

Yes you have read it correctly
Yes, I'm in love!


**© Ali Qureshi
Denying to have fallen for another of those divas,
and failing.
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
Burning me up,
wishing for me
to vanish into
thin air.
No, that will
not happen.
I'll write
till my hand
starts to bleed
and then those
bloodied words
fall under your gaze.
You'll read and know
my love for writing.
You'll read and know
I take it seriously.
For I was, I am and
will always be
a writer.

**© Ali Qureshi
A writer has to be serious about what he/she writes, otherwise it's no use. What do you say?
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
There she lies
waiting to fall asleep
but can't,
thinking of her beloved
far away somewhere
never returning-
forever gone.

She's hurting.

He's chasing sleep.
Thinking of her
keeps him awake
through the night,
the pain of being apart
he feels it too.

He's hurting.

In plain simple words:
If she hurts,
he does too.


**© Ali Qureshi
Sometimes love hurts, and words can't describe the intensity.
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
All her deeds, the karma, returning back to her.
She wails.
Loosing grip over reality as her son lies there, slowly, dying.
Crying and cursing himself,
the son regrets ever being her child.

© Ali Qureshi
This fiction piece describes an 'evil' person receiving the karma for one's deeds.
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
A cold winter night
Pieces of coal are burning
My eyes watering*

© Ali Qureshi
Having a Barbecue!!!
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
If one doesn't have
the slightest idea of one's own thoughts;
why will then one care about what others
have to say?


One might just
look deep within
or look at
something far away.

One will be left
disoriented.
Lost– looking– searching–
day after day.

One will return to
that point where
one might just give up
and walk away.

So let us meet,
on the other side of the road,
where things aren't
in total disarray.

**© Ali Qureshi
The search for truth continues....
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
Clock shows ten past ten
May it be at day or night
In your thoughts I come*

© Ali Qureshi
I want to make people think of me or my poetry whenever the clock shows the time ten past ten.
Let's see if it works!
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