the moon burns brighter
glaring at me
shying away on your name

while I shamelessly
hide in my misery
of your poisoned
pillow talks  

but

                                                               ­                           the moon sees it all
                                                             ­                           even under my skin
                                                                ­                     even over my pretend
                                                         ­                                     truly wondering
                                                                ­                               how I am doing

I love the way,
stars look at me
decoding the secrets you have
been holding.

Oh, love,
you are no more than
Moon to me,
a moon in the morning
making me feel worthy.

keep your secrets,
after all,
I have your heart,
and isn't a struggle to
decode your eyes and
souls.

The world is very vicious
violent
cold, and quite alone.

And so to find something so gentle —
that gentleness, I think, is bliss.


Not sure.

I’ll let you know.

Life is a maze
If not just a time and a place
For rising or crawling or falling from grace
So try your hardest not to make it a race
Because everyone falls at their own pace

Evergreen, wishful Mrs.Hatim,
Always desired to go to a gym,
Has arthritis in both knees,
And talks with a wheeze,
But, going to a gym is her dream.
15/10/2020.

I feel like I have lost a piece of myself
I run back the way I came to search for it
But in the end I return empty handed

I lost it

I lost the most important piece of myself
Is that why I no longer feel anything ?
Did I loose my emotions ?

I feel like I am already dead
Just waiting to be taken away
Is it because of that one piece that I lost along the way?