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179 · Dec 2018
A ride back home from work
Farhan Ahmed Dec 2018
Before I can score and more about simple good food
Before I can taste, its a sudden swing in the mood

I stare at the road with high speed cars and bikes
A man with a wife
Since the last two nights
So love's gone wild
And its almost blind

Shift focus
To the man on his right,
He smoking ***
Thats all he's got,
No family to look forward, none to back up
Okay
He begs for a penny, gets a penny, wins an Emmy , far too many

He passes a restaurant with some monsters
Wasting food and some money,

Well I got a ride switching
The show that id running
And the people that are coming
Sitting right next to me

SPEAKING **** RIGHT, MAKING RIGHT ****
or SPEAKING RIGHT ****. MAKING **** RIGHT

trying to fix things by the end of the night
Put an end to this fight

One wants to save a kid
Redeem for what he did
He who taught him how to hit
How to spit
How to cash in, how to count'em in

But he prays now for what he says now, before his days now
He wants to fix what he's done
Showed him the wrong sun
Showed him the wrong sky
Never told him about what was wrong
And what was right

And i know no more,
Cz my stop is here
I get down and go home
178 · Dec 2018
Remember?
Farhan Ahmed Dec 2018
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
177 · Dec 2018
THE FEELING ABOUT FEELING
Farhan Ahmed Dec 2018
From the beginning of its arrival
To the end of every recycle
It is a tale through recital
Of the battle of revival

Vintage, Classic, we may call it historical
or Savage, updated or call it technological

Still, it will be called a feeling
Either wounded, or when its healing
Beautiful, decorated
Strong, faded
Its bad, its sad
Satisfaction, you're glad
Destruction, you're mad

Tears you in pieces while it teaches when it reaches and it seizes your moments as it breaches then it stitches everything back

Fear to recover to discover facts to never miss knowledge forever loose the lover to ever come back

And yet to cry, to lie, to die, deny the why
And to loose, to live, to give, to take, to make, to find, to bind

'Nothing'
is a feeling, unless otherwise any stronger reason for appealing?

Well??
Is there a way of concealing
the fact
'there is no moment without a feeling'
166 · Nov 2018
A dreams END
Farhan Ahmed Nov 2018
I mess with the paint, make a random art
And I was standing broken apart
I love her because, I knew I brush it right
But how bad colorless colors could be?
She isnt the right one, there for me
Deep inside, in the dark corners
I see the pain,  I delivered
I push her out, aint no worth dying
Where she will stay for a while....crying
And beyond reach across the street
She walks towards me
Whispering a few words, not waiting too long
And when i know she steered out of the song
I go back to sleep
161 · Nov 2018
The Expression
Farhan Ahmed Nov 2018
Sometimes the wordplay
becomes too easy
Because for once to say
Desirably choosy
As the expressions are repeated
So does the sentiments
Papers are thrown or words deleted
So are the statements

Eyes closed, the requested wish is
listen to symphony
A vice host, but represents the pieces of harmony
157 · Dec 2018
SHALL THEE BE.... INFINITE
Farhan Ahmed Dec 2018
Shall thee be raindrops, battling to the ground
Shall thee be paws, steps with no sound
Shall thee be hope, to live or to survive
Shall thee be power, that all thrive
Shall thee be thankful, God sent to be
Shall thee be future, all wish to see
Shall thee be light, darkness fears
Shall thee be eyes, no tears
Shall thee be flies, with fire in the night
Shall thee be color, but only white
Shall thee be emotion, of only love
Shall thee be words, missing 'hate'
Shall thee be trees, rising above
Shall thee be roads, with an unlocked gate
Shall thee be now or then, be the same
Shall thy identify or do you have a name?
To all who simply inspire the beauty of life and living
147 · Nov 2018
FINAL DESTINATION
Farhan Ahmed Nov 2018
You shall achieve miles, and miles to go
No matter how far may take these feet
One thing you must know
Dust and sand, we finally meet
147 · Jan 2019
Untitled
Farhan Ahmed Jan 2019
I said..

Look at the person who reads a strangers book
He wants to know the character but avoids recognition
141 · Nov 2018
The Message in a Bottle
Farhan Ahmed Nov 2018
I sit here by the empty shore,
Sing along the tide for some more
For an adventure from this shipwreck
Though luck is stuck up my neck
Float! Float! please find the one who
Who shall read and share a thing or two
119 · Nov 2018
ME & I
Farhan Ahmed Nov 2018
Conscious, that is he
And then there is me
Both within, within thee
Failing to clearly see

Confessions are Illustrated
Speech steered
Though, to he, all is feared
For truth is shot, and lashes of facts
And no cover with selfless acts
He produces and introduces thee
The versions of me
The ones insvisible like he

Innocence, that is he
Aware of all the sins

But protected in a shadow
It too has its cost
Because the roof has been lost
Somewhere in a meadow
In tiny wars of life deep into sand
Where it ends to begin again and
The ocean of darkness is dead
105 · Jun 11
Why are we here?
Farhan Ahmed Jun 11
Ten years.
And here we are.
Full circle.
Older.
Tired.

I left.
I built the house.
The ring. The vows.
Six years tied tight—
cribs, birthdays, broken sleep.

And you—
you stayed.
Alone in the city I escaped.
Same crowd and buzz,
same silence
I once called freedom.

I ran.
I chose.
And now I stand here
in front of you
as if none of that happened.
As if the knot on my finger
is loose in the dark.

What are we doing?
Why are we here?
Two people who let go—
one to drown in duty,
one to float in drift—
meeting again like the world forgot
we finished this.

You look the same like I was time travelling
I grew twice my years
maybe just wanting
to know why it still stirs.
Why the thread pulls
even now.

Is this memory?
Regret?
Loneliness?
Or the sharp, quiet ache
of what was never done?

We are older.
But not past it.
Not beyond the question:

Why?

— The End —