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 Jan 2014
cursed
The first time I knew about love, no one told me that it would be painful. The first time I had a feeling for someone, I kept it all in my heart, thinking that he will get the message. Instead, it is all locked up in the tiny little space.

But no one told me that someone is holding the key to my heart.

No one told me that someone could unlock it, releasing all my feelings kept inside and replace it with his own.

The first time a guy ever unlocked my heart, it took time. It first starts out with a mere seed thrown inside my heart but everyday he would shower it with love until it turns into a flower - a prove of the blooming of our love.

But no one told me the flower could die.

The first time the flower starts to wilt, I tried so hard to gain some love from him. But in the end it keeps on wilting and wilting, until it is hard to even save it. When hatred start to fill up my unlocked heart, it was too heavy, my tears fell. Until one day, he came, locked my heart and never come again. The hatred starts to grow and grow until my heart cracked.

No one told me that the person who holds a part of me could easily throw you away.

But now that he had come back, trying to unlock my heart again, will I let him? Can a flower grow back? Would I even let him come near me, embrace my heart and unlocks it again?

*No one told me, that love is a cruel thing.
this is all happening too fast. You insist on 15 days. Good luck.
(n.a)
 Jan 2014
Nadrah
The music that’s been formed by his voice
Is lifting my body to the sky
Merging with the carnation pink clouds.
As my body sways within the northern lights
Dusts from the fairies of the north
Brightly gleam my face.
Stars are seducing us
And formed a line
Of a sensational beauty.
Light danced on the waves
Of the arctic oceans as they did
In his eyes.
His hands moved with feelings,
In emotion.
We floated among the words
That bounced between us.
Two drops of Jupiter
Looked at me in a way so heavenly
Oh darling ,let me float with you.
 Jan 2014
Shah Ahmed Farouq
I walked in the coffee shop down the street
The clouds were dark as the rain poured down
I went into the coffee shop and took my seat
I look through the window a view of the town
The place was filled with noise of chattering
People get about and just making conversation
Fresh brewed coffee filled the air with its aroma
A girl walked in which caught my attention
She sat down on a table right next to mine
Hold onto a cup of coffee with a tear in her eye
I went over to her table and asked her why
" Just another bad day" was her reply
That was the start of our conversation
Drinking coffee and sharing our stories
Trading our secrets with no hesitation
Who knew all of the broken pieces
Could be fix with coffee and conversations

— The End —