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 Jun 2015
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I love your mind,
   how you speak it
   with every word—
   blows me away

It's still those words;
   that will and can
   be the reason
   I bleed to death
 Jun 2015
Asim Javid
There are times when
you are not yourself.
You blend into something
unwantedly & unwillingly.
Something that is
too distant from your
psyche & guise.
The transfiguration makes
you a whole another person,
one beyond your bridle.
But you always hit back to
your archetypal persona.
The endeavor to recrudescence
is always tenacious,
summating unscrupulous inscriptions to your crasis.
People will judge you
on this substructure of your psyche.
But this is not who you are
& what you are!
It is mere an icky phase.
Your elucidation lies beyond
this transfigured self.
Never relinquish your
pristine pneuma.
We all face a transfiguration sometime.
 May 2015
Untitled
Walking in the city head held high
The alleyway she walks by
A man jumps out all dressed in black
She is the victim of his attack
All these cases are covered in smoke
Please remember **** is not a joke
Please don't joke about ****. It ruins so many lives
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