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Jan 2018 · 542
Vicious Cycle
Ali Qureshi Jan 2018
They hear the crescendos,
All the highs and the lows,
Never do they notice
That I–
Am a soulless piece of music.


The hurt, and the dirt
On my feet and my shirt.
Never do they notice,
It ends–
Even before it all begins.


© Ali Qureshi
Been on a long hiatus,
might just be gone for a while again.
Who knows?
Apr 2017 · 485
Ignored...
Ali Qureshi Apr 2017
Tired!
I yawn,
you pay
no attention–
none at all;
a day’s work
wasted.

© Ali Qureshi
The feeling we come to know
at one point of life or another.
Mar 2017 · 1.0k
I Love Writing
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
I don't write for you
Or for your entertainment
I just love writing.*

© Ali Qureshi
When they stop caring about you and your work!
Mar 2017 · 417
Our Abyss
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
Today, when we talk:
ghosts from our past
haunt our minds; our souls
shriek– ‘We are ******!’

© Ali Qureshi
When one’s love have plunged them,
and their beloved, into a living hell.
Mar 2017 · 382
Lucky Or Not?
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
Still deciding:
Was I lucky
or unlucky?

To have met you!

**© Ali Qureshi
Loving someone is hard, always.
Mar 2017 · 600
Hello Poetry
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
Everything that I write
I do not share it here
I think it's only fair
to post the ones to spare

© Ali Qureshi
I don't know why,
but, I do this!
Mar 2017 · 461
Thanking You!
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
Thanks for the compliments.
They mean a lot, I’m serious!
I don’t know,
no one does,
but when words flow
they are on their own
I just watch them go!

- Ali Qureshi
Had to thank a fellow writer for her supporting/praising words for some of my work. Thus ended up writing this, it goes out to all the people who like my poetry. I thank you all!
Mar 2017 · 1.4k
Yours One and Only
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
If I can become the wind, I will.
If I can give you wings, I will.
And then selflessly become
the wind beneath your wings.*

© Ali Qureshi
For when you can't help but love someone,
with all you have got!
Mar 2017 · 515
No, I'm Not In love!
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.
Mar 2017 · 871
Why So Serious?
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?
Mar 2017 · 238
Hurting
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.
Mar 2017 · 508
Karma
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.
Mar 2017 · 537
Red Hot
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
A cold winter night
Pieces of coal are burning
My eyes watering*

© Ali Qureshi
Having a Barbecue!!!
Mar 2017 · 401
Disoriented
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....
Mar 2017 · 427
Ten Past Ten
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!
Mar 2017 · 481
No More!!
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
When I judge
I'm also ready
To be judged
Even when you
Think i don't know;
I know.

This might take
A while to sink in
For I have been
Living; believing–

Listening to you.
Loving you.
Caring;
But no more!

**© Ali Qureshi
When all the limits have been crossed;
what will one do then?
Mar 2017 · 286
Words
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
These aren't just words;
they are parts of my soul.
If they mean something to you,
it brings meaning to my life and
I have bled for years now to fill
the gauntlet within your minds.
Now, I might just need—
fresh blood.

*© Ali Qureshi
Always trying new ways to figure out the best writing I can get done.
Mar 2017 · 743
Why Don't You Come To Me?
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
Why don’t you come to me?
Come and stay, by my side.
Stay and smile, at my side.
Smile and brighten, up my day.
Come to me and, stay you may.

Wishing on those moments.
Wondering about them, and smiling
A total fool of myself, in making
I succeed almost every day.
Now look, laughing aren’t they?

If we’re to meet, *
and we do.
Yes we meet,
you look into
my eyes and I into yours,
seconds turn to minutes
and minutes in to hours.

Time was ticking,
People were walking,
We weren’t dreaming,
So were contemplating,
And, thus, concluding:


*We were, supposed to be one, from the start.
You and me, now, *till death do us part.


© Ali Qureshi
Wrote it back in January this year.
Mar 2017 · 560
Simple Things!
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
After writing a lot of ****
I got to realize this bit

Not everything is for sharing
Not everyone deserves you caring.


With this she was not bearing
Once every fortnight she was calling

When I did see that phone ring
I just hated her, hated everything!

**© Ali Qureshi
I was asked by someone to write something simple and rhyming,
thus the title. And so I did write it, a while back, the poem
discusses a past love experience of mine.
Mar 2017 · 588
Maybe A Billionaire
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
Somehow I know, I
Will be a millionaire; I
Am Aquarius*

© Ali Qureshi
Dream Big or Go Home!
At least get a laugh out of it.
Mar 2017 · 408
Lost Words: Lost Humanity
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
Lost within these feeds
The mission of liking
And being liked
Writing constricted
To the reader's perception
It was so from the
Writing's inception.
You are not the first to
Write and will not be the last.
No– no one will ever know!
After a thousand years these
Words will never show.
Humanity may not last
That long or this Earth,
No– no we aren't sure.
At least I might never know.

**© Ali Qureshi
Mar 2017 · 449
Writing A Haiku...
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
Writing a haiku
It can't hold a candle to
The previous ones*

© Ali Qureshi
Sometimes you feel that you have to do better than ever before,
and you- kind of- fail.
Mar 2017 · 250
On Hold
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
She puts me on hold
I stand looking at the stars
Figuring out life*

© Ali Qureshi
Mar 2017 · 479
Cloudy Night
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
Cloudy winter night
I recite verses from my
Poem and she laughs.*

© Ali Qureshi
That poem was not that bad, or was it?
Ali Qureshi Mar 2017
I've been told by you,
I lack.
I've too cut you, lots
Of slack!

Now kick out the
dictionaries!
I'm letting go of all
pleasantries.

For once, it's adequate
to do so.
You know, that I know,
That you know.

Oh! you see, *what I did
there?

No? Read again, I'm right
here.

I like to keep it simple,
you mind?
Fingers on my right temple,
I grind!

                        ..........   "Hey watch out" - "look out"
                    ,,,,,,,,,,,,,        "Hey! who's behind-"
..... "It's me."
                                       ....... "I've come to put you in a total bind."

Take a pause,
wait - rewind,
"It's me", I've come to put
you in a total bind.

I wanted to say,
I adore you.
You cringed your nose?
I abhor you!

All your beauty, was
for naught!
To care for girls, was
I taught.

I have spoiled you
and free, let you roam,
Took all the poison and
a mouth, filled with foam.

I wander about distraught,
within my home.
Family and friends readying
me, a tomb.

You may cry a river,
cry a sea, or an ocean.
You may cut out of your body,
every bit, every portion.

In heaven I end up
or in hell I burn.
One thing's for sure,
There's no return.

© Ali Qureshi
The continuation to one of my poems "It's best to stay away".
Hope you all like it as much as I do.
Feb 2017 · 281
Reality
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
If this is reality,
I need to rediscover it.

To go over, the gyri
and, each and every sulci

Search every nook and cranny,
the crevices; if there are any

If this is it,
What is it?

It's not done.
I'm not done.


**© Ali Qureshi
Continuation of one of my poems titled "Justice"
Feb 2017 · 933
It’s Best to Stay Away!
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
I have made a note
of what Mr. King wrote.
He warned: “It’s best to stay away!
Listen, to what I have to say!


It’s eating your brains!
As if a Zombie.
Listen, if your wit remains,
I’m talking about T.V.

Yes the telly, the box.
Where you catch – the fox.

                                     “It’s news to me.”
                                                            ­            “Didn’t  you hear me say-”
                                             “I’ll read about it, see?
                                                       ­                               “Well… Okay.”


(Now her phone’s ringing)
How good if she just- read on.
Instead what she’s viewing?
‘Her pic’ someone commented on.

“Why don’t you just listen
to me”
, I said.
She threw a mug, caught, taken-
but with my head.

She was out! Out of my room,
Out of my house, out of my life.
Here I hoped a flower will bloom,
I’ll propose, and she’ll be my wife.

Ah! The beauty of pain.
Thoughts of her, in the rain.
Oh! no- not again. She’s back.
All my efforts, rendered, in vain.

**© Ali Qureshi
Inception of this poem (fiction) was inspired from the 6th tip among "Stephen King’s 20 Tips for Becoming a Frighteningly Good Writer", an article on smartblogger.com; where he discussed about how he cut his TV time short and did better by reading more instead.
Feb 2017 · 791
Hair - A Senryu
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
Building muscles, yes?
Super powers awakened?
No! Just losing hair.*

© Ali Qureshi
Trying to write something different.
Feb 2017 · 361
Mad
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
Mad
Calling me crazy,
over the years;
trying to fix
which has already
been broken.
Crushed down
to million
little pieces.
Now you want more!
Shamelessly
demanding
to get back
which you never
bestowed upon
me.
I
think
I must be
mad and irrational
to think so but
I know I'm mad at you.

**© Ali Qureshi
Feb 2017 · 461
I Am
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
By discovering
who I am not
I found out
who I really am
I am the search
and the answer
I am the ups
and the downs
I am me
and you
I am less
and more
I am one
and all
I am and I am not.
I am no longer me.
No! I am,
no more.

*© Ali Qureshi
Feb 2017 · 554
We Were
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
We were different, like oil and water.
We were different, like white and black.
We were different.

We were same, like trees and grass.
We were same, like green in meadows.
We were same.

We were, you out there and me right here.
We were, in this world, meant to be together.
We were.

**© Ali Qureshi
One of my favorite of free verse poems which I have written over the years, it discusses a past love endeavor of mine.
Feb 2017 · 336
Justice
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
I wait for the day
when justice will be
done.
No one
will then
hear me say:
This is not right.
This is not done.
Feb 2017 · 385
You
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
You
Me, a poet;
and You, my poetry.
Poetry I love.*

© Ali Qureshi
A thought
Feb 2017 · 281
Her Gaze (A Senryu)
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
Her gaze falls upon
the nervous wreck that I am
Leaving me breathless*

© Ali Qureshi
Feb 2017 · 1.1k
A Poet And A Cook
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
They told me to
stop thinking so
much and look at
me and what I did:
I became a poet, a writer.
A being that thrives
within its thoughts,
its imagination-
anything that its
brain can cook up
in the limitless ***
that has been given
to it. And I ponder:
I'm someone who eats
other people's words,
ingest them in my mind,
take a selective few of them
to cook a new piece using my own recipe.
And like any cook
who wants to satisfy
one's hunger, I want
to fill you up-
to the point where
you want more of it,
even though your head
is totally full
from my previous serving.

© Ali Qureshi
People may find it dual in meaning,
but I know I never meant it to be that way.
Feb 2017 · 759
Insomnia - Quadrant
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
She didn't come
I was wrong!
I was mistaken!

Hurts my pride,
Still doesn't come.
By my side,
She does not stride.
All she does
Is to hide.

Why? Oh Why?
Why you despise me?
Nothing just silence.
I plead you, tell me.

Playing with others again?
Leaving me to grovel
and be evermore restless.

My hands rip over my back
The chest seems non-existent.
I feel, I see, I hear, I think-

Stop, don't think.
Just leave her.

Let her be.
Let - her - be*
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Written by Ali Qureshi
The last poem in the Insomnia series, it may be the last poem, but I have yet to overcome my sleeplessness.
Feb 2017 · 601
Insomnia - The 3rd
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
Haven't slept,
saw two suns set.
Oh! the bliss,
The deep slumbers' kiss;

I'm waiting and waiting,
You snicker in the shadows,
You wicked - wicked witch!

A woman, a girl, nigh, none
There are none; I have known
To be as wicked as you;
Though they could have given
You, yes you, a good run.

I know now, now you will come
We will meet soon enough.
Let us meet. Let it be.
Come, please!
Come to me.**
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Written by Ali Qureshi
Next in the series "Insomnia - Quadrant"
The third poem in the Insomnia series. All of the poems in this series are based on my struggle to get a good night's sleep.
P.S. 'Two Suns set' is not a mistake but put there intentionally in the poem. Google the term if you want to know more.
Feb 2017 · 803
Human Beings
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
I want
to scale the mountains,
to watch the sun set on their horizons,
to hide out in dense forests,
to run away into the wild,
to be as far away as possible
from these animals
called human beings.*

© Ali Qureshi
Written from a friend's perspective.
Feb 2017 · 402
Time
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
The only time worth

My time is the time I write

Dreams– hopes– come to life
A senryu I wrote few days ago.
Feb 2017 · 365
Old Woes
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
And She left... Let's see what happens...
I wait for the moment.. when we reunite...
I may never want to face her... whatsoever...
Would She give me the honour to hear her voice..??
Would She let me gaze upon Her incomparable beauty...??
Cannot be found in anyone else...
Yes in her and nobody else....
I wait for the moment... Atlast!
When we can meet.....
But, yet, perhaps, Alas!
Parallel lines never meet...!!
This poem was written on 3rd April back in 2011, when I was 18.
It's posted as it is, no corrections or editing has been done, so please overlook any mistakes you find.
Feb 2017 · 560
Messed Up!
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
You're messed up in all your ways
just about right and that is what
makes you perfect for me. For I'm
no better or worse than other men
yet know this I am forever yours.*

© Ali Qureshi
It is a free verse poem of course.
Feb 2017 · 559
We Will Meet Again!
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
An eternity
Yearning for your warm embrace
Loneliness prevails
Feb 2017 · 670
Insomnia - Back Again
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
It feels like I'm high,
Don't try to comprehend.

It's a vast sea, a deep ocean
It pulls you in; thoughts
They drown you!
You gasp for breath.
Wide awake,
I plead:

Oh sleep! please come
I'm waiting
for you
My sweet,
sweet love,
Let me rest.

Let me catch my breath, and
Please, Oh! Please;
Let it be. Let it be.*

Written by Ali Qureshi
Next in the series "Insomnia - The 3rd" (part 3/4)
The second poem, in the Insomnia series, from a total of 4 poems based on the topic of Insomnia, of course.
Feb 2017 · 751
Your Beauty
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
The more I write about your beauty,
the more the words fail to describe it.
Feb 2017 · 488
Loving You!
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
For all days and nights,
May the day be hot or hazy and
The night moonless or moonlit,
**I have loved you... *always.
Feb 2017 · 245
Insomnia - The Dreadful
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
When did I last sleep?
I do not remember.
I try to recall
Where am I? oh yes!

I'm here. I'm home.

Good, Good. Take a breath.
Take your time.
It happens as such;
Every now and then
Breathe and let it be.

It's an overflowing sea
My mind just can't stop
Spilling fluids, neurons
Firing. Ah! it stopped
I wonder! I think and think.

What was I thinking?
Are you really reading?
Should you read?
Should I write?
Does it matter?*

Take a breath.
Let it be.

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Written by Ali Qureshi
Next in the series "Insomnia - Back Again" (part 2/4)
This is the first part in a series of poems that I wrote all under the heavy influence of an Insomnia spell, I had a month back or so.
Feb 2017 · 712
Poetry of an Insomniac
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
I gaze, poetry.
I think, poetry.
I feel, poetry.

Tell me, oh tell me,
What is this?
What is this sorcery?

My hands are shaking;
It is overwhelming.
I keep on writing;
Hands don't know of ceasing.

Stop! I yell; within my mind.
You know they are leaving,
My words, somewhere behind.

Now they stop,
Oh now they move
Tell me, Oh tell me,
Who did this?
Who put you in a groove?

Funny is it? Yeah?
Good Good.
Take a breath.
Let it be.
*Leave me be.
Feb 2017 · 263
Writing (A Senryu)
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
Practicing my prose
Poetry and penmanship
Writing whatever
Feb 2017 · 521
A Poet
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
a poet is born
in a world devastated
a ray of light shines
Feb 2017 · 314
Reflection
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
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