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Jun 2021 · 759
farhan Jun 2021
The Ocean is the mirror of the Sky.
Apr 2021 · 151
farhan Apr 2021
Happiness received last lasts forever.
Apr 2021 · 517
What is Risk?
Mar 2021 · 803
farhan Mar 2021
Each soul is a wound, then death is healing.
Dec 2020 · 135
Without a Clock
farhan Dec 2020
The shortest most frequent time is the present.
Oct 2020 · 169
farhan Oct 2020
In the beginning,
Life cheats death
Death wins eventually.
Aug 2020 · 169
farhan Aug 2020
You are dead—
If you see yourself somewhere—
Without a mirror.
Aug 2020 · 1.2k
Nature's Garb
farhan Aug 2020
She's wearing rain, and
Fragrance of petrichor;
The best beau for her,
Is life.
Credit for inspiration Sheena (S S).
Aug 2020 · 49
Love Is—
farhan Aug 2020
When you do,
The other does not.
Aug 2020 · 836
What's a Casino?
Aug 2020 · 184
On Children and Raising
farhan Aug 2020
Treat children like birds so they fly,
And not like darts to hit the bullseye.
Jul 2020 · 817
farhan Jul 2020
Poets always exist,
Such as rocks
And the statues within.
Jul 2020 · 276
farhan Jul 2020
Sometimes I think,
Whether Satan is an impostor of God.
Jul 2020 · 67
farhan Jul 2020
Imagination is like God,
Uncreated and nondestructive.
Jul 2020 · 186
farhan Jul 2020
Times fly
Comes July
Arrives rain
Tears drain
Drops pitter patter
Echoes of separation scatter.
Jul 2020 · 136
farhan Jul 2020
me: "Why do we learn?"
Him: "To become a beneficial storm."
Jul 2020 · 28
farhan Jul 2020
The clock makes us impatient.
patience trust impatient time clock watch wait
Mar 2020 · 124
farhan Mar 2020
The best time to look up to the stars was last night,
The second best is tonight.
Feb 2020 · 56
farhan Feb 2020
You don't find writing,
Writing finds you.
Feb 2020 · 112
farhan Feb 2020
Poverty breeds poetry.
Feb 2020 · 163
farhan Feb 2020
A blind favors no color.
Me: What's your favorite color.
She: White, Black.
She: I like every color.
Me: (I like every color) - this is acceptable.
Me: I like colors my eyes can see.

That's when it occurred to me that a blind person will not have a favorite color. Blindness can be a boon. Often what merely appears good to our eyes is favored.
Jan 2020 · 64
Life 3.0
farhan Jan 2020
The purpose of life,
Is to create life,
With your wife.
In the beginning only the two lines were conceived. Added a casual third to bring a smile on the reader.
Dec 2019 · 138
farhan Dec 2019
say a way
after the day
to celebrate a new year's eve?
do the unusual, sleep in this year
and rise in the next
Nov 2019 · 305
farhan Nov 2019
Devil died.
He found himself alone.
In heaven.
Out of the misery and hatred I see all around, I see devil as the least sinner.
Jul 2019 · 234
farhan Jul 2019
Everything contributes to death.
Jun 2019 · 265
farhan Jun 2019
Spend time with living things that are not human.
Jun 2019 · 249
farhan Jun 2019
A soldier
Is only remembered
When he dies in battle.
Jun 2019 · 514
farhan Jun 2019
Mirror is, perfection,
Beauty is, a cracked mirror serving the purpose.
Jun 2019 · 167
First Man
farhan Jun 2019
Nature made
the first man
without *******.
Jun 2019 · 309
Success & Failure
farhan Jun 2019
Success finds story,
Failure rests in cemetery.
every success story finds a matching narrative such as hardwork struggle but failures die peacefully
Jun 2019 · 876
farhan Jun 2019
Feet Lies,
Head Flies.
The gravity acting on head is negligibly less than on feet.
Jun 2019 · 197
farhan Jun 2019
Not even the present you is better than you.
Jun 2019 · 240
Heaven & Hell
farhan Jun 2019
Heaven and Hell, the two
Both derived from one, any clue?
From far it appears a spherical blue.

Split that blue you get the two,

Goes to heaven,
Birds, animals, rivers and who?
Beautiful mountains but none of you.
Way to hell,
You and me as none were true,

We ask hell,
For what sins we deserve you?
"Mwahahaha!", bellows the hell.
You thought the world was due to you,
You made the world a living hell,
For all except for you.

Now enough is the call,
By those mighty few,
Heaven goes to them,
And I am left for you.
blue=earth, you=humans
May 2019 · 114
farhan May 2019
When I met her
She whispered, "You'll love me forever",
She was death.
May 2019 · 242
Mutual Silence
farhan May 2019
They meet often
Sometimes to talk
Often silent
To exist together
In their own
When silence is mutual
More comforting
Becomes an emblem
Of a great relationship.
May 2019 · 786
The Broken Mug
farhan May 2019
I have few mugs
Porcelain mugs
All alike, same in color
I pick one and prepare coffee
Cannot distinguish the one used before
All were alike, same in color
I wish to make one my favorite
But any mark I make would be artificial
How I wish? A natural mark would separate one
Today I observed one with a slight difference
A minor crack at the brim
The mugs are washed
A mishandle would have caused
It is not ugly
It is no less useful
Naturally made, just a slight crack
Now both useful and notable
It is now my favorite mug
True for humans isn't it? We are all usually alike. A slight inconsistency separates us from the crowd. So long as we are useful and and not ugly from within.
Nov 2018 · 285
My Suicide Note Saved Me
farhan Nov 2018
I sat down – to write.
On a white sheet with graphite.
Behind me a stool.
Enough to raise me – a fool.
Up above a fan.
Soon will suspend a man.
Is that it? I say.
No more a day after today.
The sheet is dry.
And I jot the letter ‘I’
I rehearsed this note.
A thousand times by rote.
Is this how it was to end?
Or this is how it is to end.
This sheet of paper and thyself.
Have traveled separately
To find a purpose on this table.
Was the purpose to write a suicide note?
And then hang self while the note watch me die?
I began to write,
And what I write, I read
And what I read, I begin to like
I befriend the sheet and graphite.
The graphite says, “I won’t give up until you do”
The sheet says, “Neither I until you two.”
And I say, “For you two I will never too.”
I go behind and climb the stool.
Held the blades of the fan and dust them,
Switch on the fan and the blades rotate.
Air fills the room and papers begin to fly.
I smell the air and say,
“My suicide note saved me.”
Some of it rhymes, some of it won't.
Nov 2018 · 335
Life 2.0
farhan Nov 2018
From the graveyard shift of death,
We're granted a vacation of life.
Expanded from an earlier poem of mine on life. This is one way to look at it.
Oct 2018 · 335
Court of Love
farhan Oct 2018
In my court,
You were guilty.
But you pleaded not.
I was the lordship,
And our love was your defence
None was the prosecution.
And the result was your absolution.
A constant stream of arguments flow in my head (the court) as to whether she should be guilty of leaving me or not. I myself argue from her side that she should not be guilty. And that I put up a defence strong enough that the other voice shuts up (prosecution). I fight for her against myself.
Oct 2018 · 513
farhan Oct 2018
I am,
In the desert of solitude.
Watering plants of memories,
With tears.
Fertilizing them,
With smiles.
In a hope.
Atleast one flower,
Could be so beautiful as you.
Sep 2018 · 251
Tears Never Die
farhan Sep 2018
When we cry.
Tears flow.
Becomes vapor.
Flow as rain again.
Goes on and on.
Tears never die.
Sep 2018 · 223
farhan Sep 2018
Reality is that I was trapped in a dream permanently.
A shower thought. I am always fascinated by dreams and life. When we see dreams everything appears real till we wake up. What if life and reality is we being permanently trapped in a dream. As Buddha says, "The mind is everything. What you think, you become". Or the very famous proposition by René Descartes, "I think, therefore I am".
Sep 2018 · 2.7k
The Unknown City
farhan Sep 2018
The unknown city
Enveloped in dark
So black even light would fear
She walks on barely visible
Standing still felt more frightening
She feels numb
She looks down and her legs missing
She see busses and cars
And trams and trains
Being driven by people and their eyes missing
There was sky but weather
There were trees but leaves
There were owls but feathers
There were bats all crying
She wanted to breathe and her nose missing
A strange sound plays somewhere around
Squeaks of abandoned seesaws and laughing clown
Playing an opera of horror
She wants to scream
Her voice choked
An immortal horror takes over
She hears a ring
A doorbell ring
She breaks her sleep
And realize it a dream
The bell kept ringing
She goes to the door
The door won't open
She looks at her bed
She is deep asleep
She shakes her up
She won't wake up
Tears roll on her cheeks her cry was missing
She wants to scream
Her voice was missing
She opens the door
The other side was missing
She turns around
She was missing
In the unknown city
Sep 2018 · 843
farhan Sep 2018
Life originates in pleasure
Begins in pain,
For some ends in treasure
For some ends in vain.
Sep 2018 · 309
Without Her
farhan Sep 2018
She is missing,
Peace is nocturnal,
And night never happens.
Aug 2018 · 434
farhan Aug 2018
When I am sad
I look into you and smile
When I am happy
I look into you and I laugh
When I am angry
I look into you and I am calm
You always reflect the truth
You show all that is behind me
And that is on me
How is it then always
When I look into you
I never see my eyes moving?
Aug 2018 · 178
farhan Aug 2018
The lesser I know her,
The stronger I love her.
May 2018 · 277
farhan May 2018
Thou anger thyself
When anger cooleth on others
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