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farhan Feb 2018
Her
I couldn't find myself within me,
I was displaced by her within me.
farhan Feb 2018
She left my world, why visit me in dreams?
Were my dreams more beautiful than my world?
farhan Feb 2018
Sleep well,
except in hell,
in a mother's womb
and the earth's tomb.
farhan Feb 2018
I love her, she know me,
I love her, she doesn't love me,
I love her, she loves me,
I love her, she doesn’t love me,
I love her, she leaves me,
I love her, she doesn't know me.

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farhan Apr 2016
She –
You directed frustrations to me
Frustrations bought irritation to me
Now tell me what to tell my heart
What is this, a life or a weather’s chart?
He-
Tell your heart, life is like a weather chart
Many times sunny, as many times dark
You got puzzled and you got confused
But you’re my love, you’re again excused

She-
How did it occur?
Never after me you were
He-
Destiny I was going into
Lost my way and it ended on you

She-
I am crazy or crazy is me
I know not what way and no destiny
Simply it feels our path is common
He-
How thoughtful of you
May be you are crazy or crazy is you
That sense of your ambiguity is what got me you

She-
Now that my hand is in yours
Will you say what you had to say?
He-
Something I had to say
Looking at you, hey!  
Lost, what I had to say

She-
Was it the confession of your love?
Or the intention to keep me in your heart
And a promise that you will never depart
Or you love me, you simply wanted to say?
*He-
I accept as true
It was my confession of love to you
And that I intend to swap my heart with you
With a promise I will never depart
And that I love you with all my heart
farhan Apr 2016
So what some have bought the future today
We are scared the most today ever than yesterday
Others say a better today than the yesterday, so what,
Are we not scared the most ever than today?

Men seek pleasure from what yesterdays’ disdained
Greed we had but now ingrained
Take the trial of love, and see,
Are we, are we not sure, that we will be detained?

Geeks are making life elegantly comfortable
Innocent of the price that will be paid by our dependable
In the placates such as these, on the doomsday,
Can we be sure, so sure, we will be salable?
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