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Hira malik Jul 2019
I want to know
How it went
When the sun was on fire
And the burning passion
Was all over
Where u go
Where u flew
In the snow capped mountains
I try so hard
To loose it all
And it doesn’t much matter
Seek through the giants
A bound of leap
Stringing around
All I know but
Pleasure is everywhere and all
Sooner or later
These northern lights
Will cover the whole universe
And milky ways appear in day time
Hallucination become reality
And reality no more exists
Loosen it all
For the end
Is not what It matters at all....
Hira malik Jun 2019
In an isolated system of demarcation
The juvenility flourish
Like a dead sea
Stagnant for ages
And fish surviving from the air within!
The cult of being survivor
And seeker at the same is
So demolishing,
That....; the demon inside , beg for liberation even.
A pearl deep in the sea, the colour of rainbow after rain in falling day
A glimpse from the side of ur eyes, for the face of beloved,
These all unsuals are so enthralling , high and above the smook of ****!
The tunes of all these sounds, i envelop deep down my heart, under folds of its colours, floating in the red blood
So after death,only concealers could reveal the reality and do remedy!
Hira malik Jun 2019
noone leaves home
untill home is a sweaty
voice in ur ear
saying--
leave,
run away from me now
i dont know what i have
become,
but i know that
anywhere
is safer than here!!

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Hira malik Jun 2019
they say
there is no space left
even  a void too large
to accommodate  all the sorrows and pain
still there is no space left
a heart of association is detached
its the story of time
under dust of moments
that are long forgotten...

a place where u find safe
whether in arms of ones
or the land so empty
its again
the matter of time
what ur heart decides
and affiliation is inseparable

love is like a growing tree
that tastes 4 seasons
from spring to autumn
it doesn't confide one season inside
kisses all four faces
and claims still to be in love
for love is the water
that keeps the seed growing
without owning it!!

i am a lover seeker
but a deceiver too
i am a wanderer lust-er
but  a loner too
i am a soother and a home , for homeless
but a ruthless and revengeful too....
we all live in a orbit of deception
a hide and seek space
where we ourselves unaware of the fact
who we really are...

this is the cycle of life
a wheel of love
a run on the road
a destination unknown,
still my friend
still,
we walk on a new dream
daily
after trashing the last one....
like crushed petals
engraved deep down
and sprout a new seed....
Hira malik Apr 2019
Why the questions are the type of friends
Leave u puzzled, perplexed
Lingering on , with the traces of long unattended list
Why these questions so faithful, more than the answers?
They stay as it is, un approached, unchanged and static
But the drama they create
Is the only faith u hold onto
Still confused!!
You pour them out even if they leave u un- attended
A lay out full of ur name and nothing else!
Hira malik Apr 2019
The game of metaphor
Like a dream I see
And not even it exist
Like in reality I persists
And everything otherwise insists!

Some existences are metabolically contagious
A chain of reaction starts, and the disaster is unimaginable....

She lives in a cocoon of caterpillar
Always fantasizing the life of a butterfly
And in this manipulation , consistently she drives
Her imaginations, to the world of realm!

Superb was the fall,  magnificently amazing
Starry was the night and the world whole snoring in their fraction
She stood up right, applauding alone ,dazzling
And this metaphor of dream once again was her cage of seduction!
Hira malik Apr 2019
Misplaced
So displaced I was
Like
a Z far from Y
Or numbers in disorder!

My heart was on fire
not in stove
But somewhere far on glacier lands
Where even thirst becomes ice

I am not destined for that love
That was born with me
U know that.…?
It’s the most undeprived , a child heart
Drowned long ago in its own unfilled desires!

Soaring high up, soars deep inside
This is the distance unmeasured
Even if u fill this void with all these stars
Still, the pebble will produce the loudest of sound in its depth,
Such a void is this,
And I am contemplating still where to sit!
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