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Batool Aug 2015
They ask me if i'm hurt
they ask me if i'm angry
they ask me to give them reason
they claim to know me much
i smile
becausewhat they don't know  is
i'm never that kind of person
who will tell them what wrong they have done
and discuss that problem away
rather i'm more like
if you dont know
what your mistake is
you dont deserve to know
kind of person ...
Batool Aug 2015
Sometimes i wish for fame,
so that every body knows my
name,
but then i have a fear..
To which no one gives an ear.
The Fear i'll be known by all
making it easy for them to make
me fall ..
I fear how this fame thing ends ..
Person stands alone,
left with no friends.
the fear that hollow people will
surround
leaving me with no place to go
around.
the fear they'll call me lame,
the fear i may lose the game...
And then i don't want any fame
so that NO ONE KNOWS MY NAME ...
Batool Aug 2015
And when light wind blowing
adds to the flavour of a summer
night ...
Half moon shining and thousand
stars smiling
trying their best to
light up the clear night sky
Fireflies twinkling high in the trees ..
Dancing to the music played by
cricket hiding somewhere in long
grass ...
Batool Aug 2015
Sky blushed a lighter shade of crimson,
as sun kissed the horizon.
Batool Aug 2015
Rain
adding flavour to darkness..
Rain drops
falling softly on her window glass..
Sitting by her window
watching the steam rising from her tea cup
listining to the soft background music
played by the falling rain drops
a sigh escaped her lips
causing the mercury to drop down a bit more!!
Batool Aug 2015
One dark night with no moon on sky ...
With stars failing to lit up the night
...
He was sitting by the window of his
room, allowing darkness to engulf
him ...
holding the burning
cigarette between his fingers - the
only light in room.
Exhaling his inner bitterness, the
rings of smoke leaving his lips
making air a bit more impure,
His eyes darkened to a deeper
shade of black the fire he was
holding in was causing the oceans
in his eyes to evaporate ... Leaving
behind nothing but the dry sand .. A
barren desert.
The only voice shattering the thick
silence of room was of his soul
cracking as he witnessed the death
of his dreams.
Batool Aug 2015
She was just a random girl,
but a bit different from you.
Glittering eyes, Lovely smile
but from inside she was blue.
Where the life was taking her,
she did not had a clue.
Ignoring what her brain says
her heart tells what to do
No matter what the matter is
she'll help her friends get through
always longing for glamorous
world
her wishes grew and grew...
She was the girl with thousand
wishes
Hoping they'll come true ...
i wrote this specially for a friend.
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