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Fizza Abbas May 2015
Isn't it axiomatic that
my mind craves for my
heart,
seeks pleasure
in roaming around
it, and in the end
says that,
heart is my foe!
Fizza Abbas May 2015
My heart's fuel
consumption
averaged out
at ten agonies
a week!
Fizza Abbas May 2015
I want my brain
to allude to all
those moments
which make him
glad,
which enhances his
agonies,
But wait, mind
doesn't feel anything
then how does it send
signals to
us?
If it feels then what is the
role of my heart?
Well, that's a paradox;
Brain feels but with the
eyes of mind,
Heart is basically a
sub-ordinate to my
mind and,
brain is its transparent
membrane!
Fizza Abbas May 2015
I was enjoying a
ride in an emotional
roller coaster that
I heard two tear drops
fighting with
each other,
I let my eyes chide
them but they
failed;
A teal eye drop
falling from a right
eye navigated
through a conundrum
of verdant and punched
an azure of eye drop
falling from a left
eye defending a
skyline of yearnings
and desires, I merged
both of the tears and
created you.
Now, don't ask why
tears fall from my eyes
in your presence!
Fizza Abbas May 2015
Stop inflicting your
pains on me,
I didn't ask you
to reside in my body
you did it yourself
so now just
get lost or do
whatever you want,
stop complaining that
I don't pay heed
to your worries; I do
because, I'm
utterly sensitive.
You've induced me
to throw away my
stuff toys as u wanted
me to grow up,
I fed your cravings
all the time, but
you provoked me
more to ****
the child out of me
and I did so,
now please, let
me live.
I want to live
just one more
time.
Fizza Abbas May 2015
You and me are
linked to each other
in a bond of affinity,
let me tell you
how, once, I was draped
in a raiment of blood
and I had no one to
ask for help,
I simply closed my
eyes and imagined
you, I saw a silhouette
of your body against
me, I raised my ******
hand towards you
to hold yours and lock
our fingers, I could feel
the sensation of life
alighting on my hands,
flickering a spirit of
life in my ****** chest,
I looked at you, you
smiled and shut your
eyes leaving me
stunned.
Since then, I'm
living you!
Fizza Abbas May 2015
Life is beyond
the beautiful drapes
of caprices.
It is basically
a friendly thorn
which doesn't plummet
deep inside your soul
to wound you but,
to give you strength
so that you combat
the other non-friendly thorns.
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