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Anam Asif Apr 2018
This strange feeling we have,
Since we stepped here.
Pure are the whites,
With flaws are born , the blacks.
Brought up in the Indian culture,
That tea had the inferiority complex,
Fooled were we that a cup of tea would make us dark.
Glad were we to be not among them,
Sure we did avoid the tea.
Now that we think,
Why is color an identity?
We shall not forget,
All of us disfigured it.
I seek it,
For I am not white.
Can't call me black either,
I'm not discerned as you want.
To those beautiful people,
By all means, I call to you.
Don't conceal nor fear it,
So are you extraordinary.
Lock up your woes, flaunt all your shades.
And when they provide contrast to it,
I'd be ashamed of their deeds.
I lay my head down once again,
As I hear those people,
Pray that their color changed.
Trust me, I feel the pain.
I ask myself over again,
Will we ever end this cruel game?
Feb 2018 · 330
Anam Asif Feb 2018
Let’s count against them ,
Let’s be someone they’ve never known.
Wipe your tears , ladies ,
Lace up your boots ,
Show them you’re strong ,
You’re now a pussyfoot.
Rapists , we are a wall ,
Break us apart ,
We’ll show you how wild we are.
Touch an inch of us ,
And move closer ,
We’ll show you the real hush.
Recognize their efforts ,
Pull out these scums of the earth ,
Their bodies shall quiver with fear.
Resolute are we ,
How strong we grow ,
That weak you shall be.
Jan 2018 · 152
Anam Asif Jan 2018
Darkest memories ,
Beneath the deepest conversations.
Believe me ,
I will never be yours.
A million heartbreaks ,
A soul torn apart.
Forget and forgive ,
To all my flaws I’ve never known.
These words on my gravestone shall be written ,
‘A spirit you never ken to understand ,
But to always let it down’.
Jan 2018 · 177
Anam Asif Jan 2018
As I step into this dark enormous world ,
Faces ignorant, the busiest they become.
Too blind to look up ,
Say, ‘Bonjour, good day!’
Alright, they really were busy ,
Laughs and their deep talks revealed it enough.
Never mattered for who I was ,
For their friends were they.
What changed if I were dysfunctional?
Would they turn up ,
Say, ‘It’s going to be alright’?
For now I stand in this crowd ,
Pretending a part of this contemporary world.
Truth doesn’t fake longer ,
To say who I really am.
I cross this road alone ,
Boarding the bus where I shall return.
Jan 2018 · 162
Anam Asif Jan 2018
No sooner I came into this world ,
Elated was the doctor's face when he said it was a girl.
Just when my mom took me in her arms ,
My dad's face glimmered up like a lamp.
Faces of the society turned down ,
Unhappy looked their faces with a frown.
Raised me up and educated me ,
My parents almost gave me the life key.
Until I got married when I didn't want to ,
Everything in my life turned blue.
Soon as I was known as a mother ,
Built responsibilities even more further.
As I saw my children grow up with a pace ,
Even more satisfied looked my face.
Died with a guilt in heart ,
Like my life missed a very big part.
Nov 2017 · 229
Anam Asif Nov 2017
I pray for an everlasting friendship,
Without tears and heartbreaks.
Fake friends are all I saw,
Have ever left me with tears.
A truth hidden deep inside,
'Whoever comes,leaves',
Is what I truly believe now.
Promises they made,
To forever stay down the lane,
But when asked,
Replied their innocent faces,
'Promises are made to break.'
I thought to myself,
'Why are they even made?'
The 'promise' thing I let go.
And if they come back again,
To tear up my heart,
I'd forgive,
But I shall never trust them again.
Nov 2017 · 195
Anam Asif Nov 2017
A circle has now swallowed me,
In its darkness and misfortunes.
I struggle,
Try coming out,
Yet I remain there.
Not living with the same destiny anymore,
Time changes,
So have I.
The circle around,
Is within me,
But nobody else.
Creating a shadow of misfortunes,
It disappoints me each time I see it around.
Without guidance I walk,
For sure I am,
I'd be guided,
Inside the circle by the demons.
Nov 2017 · 262
Anam Asif Nov 2017
I feel the wind ,
A shield to my body.
They remind me of my desires ,
And to myself who I am.
I see the green trees ,
They remind me how beautiful this world is.
And now I lay my head down as I watch the street ,
The sun rays’ lightens my scars ,
As if telling me not to hide them all ,
From this unpleasant and hypocritical world.
They say I’m a nature lover ,
Ever thought , why?
This exterior beauty is way better than what’s inside.
Why think about negatives when you have positives around?
Anam Asif Nov 2017
I miss her,
Yes, I do.
The one who told me what is right,
The one I asked not to interfere.
Yes,she was with me,
Right beside me.
I never felt her presence,
But she was.
And one day, memories stayed,
She left.
Never a good-bye ,
To me her absence was the biggest lie.
Everyone knew ,
Each one of them.
Merely they thought I would understand.
But I did ,
Yes , I did.
That she would never return.
Her heart certainly said too much,
For I was blindfolded.
Perhaps wanted me not to cry,
I told my heart,
It never obeyed.
Tears wet my face,
I never stopped.
Maybe wanted a good-bye,
I should’ve held her hand ,
Her freezing cold hand on mine.
And told her to stay,
Right beside me,
Like all those passed days.
Her eyes closed,
Not an expression,
And so did I understand ,
It was the end of her journey.
Oct 2017 · 244
Anam Asif Oct 2017
Stop your starving ,
Look at them.
Those who are homeless ,
Those without sheds.
Stop crying over things you haven't seen ,
They pray to an Omnipotent ,
For things they'll ever need.
Stop being an oaf ,
With those sheepless minds.
Never have they cursed ,
Are they so kind?
Babes give up life ,
How incomplete is the mother's diet?
Her bones and age so exposed ,
Empty without the feeding milk are her *******.
How helpless are they?
Their screams unheard.
Day another they starve ,
Till the unpredicted end ,
Will the fortune ever favor them?
Stop your starving ,
Look at them.
Oct 2017 · 279
Anam Asif Oct 2017
I want to be a poet,
Those words waving like in the ocean.
I’m unlike my sister,
We’re not entwined.
But passion comes later they say,
False is it, if I have it now?
Me wanting to write,
Is not just of my hobby,
But something I’d carry out my life.
Wanting to tell it to everyone,
I’m alike.
I want to be someone on my own,
Not just a body on a soul.
My voice trapped beneath,
Millions must’ve died,
By letting out their screams.
Abandoned our forethoughts,
Out of draconian fear we we,
Our voices remain underneath.
Oct 2017 · 1.3k
Anam Asif Oct 2017
Problems? They'll end ,
Trust me , they will.
You don't need to give up ,
Or run around for help .
Remember you're not hapless ,
Kenned to be called as misfortune.
You're kind of an eerie,
'You' , nowhere in the history .
Call yourself a bravado ,
So will their ***** fade .
Dash off 'em sham problems ,
Chasing your immortal dreams.
Oct 2017 · 122
Anam Asif Oct 2017
It's all in the destiny ,
I call it to myself .
'I need to be alone ',
Is what I remind my mind. 'You need someone ',
They advised me.
I said it's a fake world ,
With fake people around.
Watch me acquire my unkempt desire,
Heading up for the horizon?
Believe me , this time I won't.
No I'm not going through the same thing ,
The same pain , the same failure .
And if I've to go through it somehow,
Remember I can always back off.
Oct 2017 · 173
Anam Asif Oct 2017
A sarcasm in their words ,
Said, I can do it .
Their mocking faces revealed ,
How characterless I am.
How I fetched myself upto here ,
Is just a lively joke .
Pursue want I want ,
Is just an imagery dream .
Ask me what I want ,
And I’ll tell you.
Please don’t shut me down ,
When I need you .
Self-esteem is not just I want ,
I need someone to walk me through the path.
And if it’s not just this ,
I’ll quit.
Oct 2017 · 3.7k
Anam Asif Oct 2017
They say love is unpaid ,
And so did it hurt me?
Merely did I thought about something else ,
This cruel thing happened to me.
Neither was it a deja’vu being in love this time ,
Ad hoc he left me abandon.
How helpless am I ,
Who let him hide?
Under the dark world of mine ,
In toto did he leave my soul apart.
And so am I waiting for his advent ,
To reach out to me ,
Tell me he is still alive.
Oct 2017 · 178
Anam Asif Oct 2017
Need your hand ,
To rest on mine.
Cognizance limited,
Your desires not mine.
Is it certain,
Meagre is your intimacy?
If superfluous is your ardency ,
I'd vamoose unnoticed,
My heart schlep frenziedly.

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