Imaan Asif

Imaan Asif Sep 1

and in the moment of silence,
i search for my forsaken voice,
buried somewhere,
far and adrift,
under the summit of sufferings,
the rivers of rage,
under trampled dreams,
under the mottled page,
the voice so aloof,
i have forgotten it so well,
the past of calamity,
only if i had a voice; i could tell

#voice #deep #poetry #void #sad

Imaan Asif Aug 31

lost pieces

The tears came as I held the pen,
I don't want to do this,
I yelled in my head; then,
The mountains tumbled,
The rivers dried,
The flowers crumpled,
And I cried,
It hurts - much,
I don't want to do this,
But I have to,
Its been decades since I've been lost,
Maybe I want to,
Find myself again,
Pick up my pieces as it rains,
Because the tears came as I held the pen

Go find yourself.

#lost #finding #poem #deep

Imaan Asif Aug 29

the art of fading

I'm wearing away,
slowly and gradually,
not like dust,
or the sand one wave can wash away,
but like how glaciers melt leisurely,
and that dried flower in your book,
I can be here only if time could betray

— The End —