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Javaria Waseem Nov 2014
Sound of a gun echoed deep
while the whole city was fast asleep
screams and cries and more firing
people injured while tons of dying
A war for peace with an unknown rival
destroying so many families and leaving them so critical
Why were they killed? What was there crime?
They were just innocent people busy in their lives.
Having fear in their hearts, they are still ready to give their lives.
If that is what it takes to end this blaze.
I just pray that someone hear the pleas
of the brave survivors living in Karachi.
Javaria Waseem Nov 2014
Mrs. William asked her students to share their dreams, one day. She smiled as she heard those innocent souls walking to the front and telling their dreams.
"I dream about racing cars, Mrs. William."
"And I dream about being a fairy!"
The colorful aroma of the classroom turned dark as soon as she asked about the dreams of the kid sitting at the last seat.
With untidy clothes and messed up hair, he got up and whispered,
"I dream about the dark things like my father beating me up and my mother always screaming. "
Javaria Waseem Nov 2014
Sometimes all we need to do is to wander off
to a place of our own
in our twisted and dark thoughts.
Just to see the light in our life
that we seem to ignore
and cry about.
Javaria Waseem Nov 2014
People tell me that I write words that leave them breathless
as they crawl down their spine, kissing their hearts.
Little do they know that the same words escape by
flowing in my veins and reach out as they tear my flesh apart.
Javaria Waseem Nov 2014
I stood in front of the mirror but I couldn't recognize the face looking back at me. Those dark eyes, completely black, making holes in my flesh just by looking. The curls falling on her shoulders perfectly. Her face white as a ghost and lips red as blood. The scars on her face, screaming out the tale of her sufferings.
I touched my face and so did she.
"Who are you?", I asked her in confusion.
The reflection smiled and leaned in as if coming out of the mirror and whispered, "I am the monster that he turned you into before leaving."
Javaria Waseem Nov 2014
Oh Madam Honk,
I was thinking about you last night
and how you taught me things
about this life.
I miss you more than those lesson that
you gave me as a gift
Now I know that
I was wrong and you were right.
Javaria Waseem Nov 2014
Trusting you, I closed my eyes
as you kissed me in the shadows
but before the kiss could end,
we both tasted blood
in our mouths.
I pushed away to see if you were alright
although I knew that
you were the one who
stabbed me with the knife.
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