Farhan Ahmed

Farhan Ahmed Dec 2018

It is defined to the end
Though I do not know the way
but fate cannot bend
The gate with an earthQuake

And a barrier between two states
Psyche or physic
Each say 'war is upon us'
I am just a critic.

#judgement #day

Farhan Ahmed Dec 2018

A LETTER IN A WHILE

May not be a star
Or a glowy meteor
And i am unaware
Know not with what to compare
Letters were not written
But my love, i have not forgotten

You, the gloomy pure cotton, white; soaked in the milky way of beyond

Me, for sure wandering reasons, write; quote the spell with a wand

Though, i do understand there's a reason to fight
A Reason I mute
Get out of the sight
Follow the devil, the cute

So pretty, thousand apologies to seize or squeeze the errors
destroy the cracked mirrors

There is loot for every storyteller
Safe, for all the words that I've used
In you

Hey! Beautiful

A letter of apology was it?? Once upon a time after three winters..

Farhan Ahmed Dec 2018

SEEDS

It fights through mud,
Through air, through rain
Through all the natures pain

It dried and died because nature lied
Thought maybe its reach could be wide
Spread into colors of eternity
But the vision shattered
Renewal is all that mattered

we hardly find time to think about the journey of a tree. The human would be much easier to accept through experiences of nature

Dec 2018

Ally Ann

How to Be a Writer

A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't

#poem #writer #writing #inspiration #poetry #words #life

Farhan Ahmed Dec 2018

A mother!!

Spent years growing up
In a dilema, holding a cup
Of tea,
Which i shared with a man
Sitting next to me
Endless words to let out
But busy as i scout
My soul, as she lives inside
Gods gifts, my pride
Like horcruxes reside
No! Not from sins
But from wins of He
The gaze locks on the rays
Tempts me to find ways
To my heart; where my old lady
Scolds me being lazy
I smile! memories brought back
As today I walk on this track
You! If you could hear me too
I am a mother now! Mother of two

I may not be able to feel how a women feels when she becomes a mother. But maybe at some point she thinks the same way remembering her own.

#mother #ancestor #life

Farhan Ahmed Dec 2018

Remember?

Remember the cage? Is the bird still in there?
Maybe not; so as I thought that it is fair
When she finds peace instead than despair
Oh! Can she fly now? Did you repair?
Her wings, that could hide the sun
speak to life and float in air?

I hope, if you write back i shall have the news
I suppose not to assume and confuse
My guess anyway

Remember the butterfly? Wonder who could count those wings
With the naked eye, or even listen to what it sings
Tales of our smiles or other little things
Do you see it now? When it springs?

I hope, if you write back i shall have the news
I suppose i shall wait to be amused
By then anyway

The reds, blues and other colours of four
Splash them all to make room for more
No protests, playing along the shore
The curves of those rocks
The waves and the talks
They travel through the holes
Meets all the souls to discover the core
The centre of these dreams, that you wore...

I hope, if you write back i shall have the news
I suppose one should i choose
By now anyway

Remember the mountains? A last one to bother with questions
There? Where they kissed the hands
Wonder how they exist the lands?
Did you try? Try to reach the peak?
Enormous joy up there if you seek
For once and may take the leap of faith
Towards life.. There's none called weak

I hope, if you write back i shall have the news
I suppose not to loose
To time anyway

A letter of sort

#reminder #memories