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kainat rasheed Dec 2018
There are two men on the earth
both with closed eyes
Both are fighting
There is a mirror in  their hands
  One says hold my mirror
Other says my mirror is more clearly visible
The glass says what you are doing here
I say
world was screaming so i am here
I ask  from them  that these  mirrors are not showing your own face
the mirror replied  they haven't used me for themselves  they only use me to see others
I say to both of them
Why do not you open your  eyes?
The mirror says
If they would  open their  eyes, I will break
I say I'll bring them a new mirror
the mirror laughed at me
and said they will close their eyes
I look at the mirror
The sunlight  was falling on the mirror
i felt a pain in my eyes
so i  closed my eyes
Now I have a mirror in my hand
reflecting faces in opposite directions
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kainat rasheed Nov 2018
How many reflections went into me
Then don't know where they gone ...
I wished that all the  wounds healed
only wounds were filled into me...
i was the moment  that has  eaten centuries
All those times  passed into me...
the one that is me  ,  remained just a bit
The one that was you  ,was   dead into me ...
#i #bit #poem #poetry #quotes #reflection #dead
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kainat rasheed Jun 2018
Eid mubarak around the world :-)
kainat rasheed Apr 2018
was an idea
became a dream
was a fantasy
became real
was fading
became cleared
was a fear
became pain
was a distance
became closer
fall asleeped
was watched
was a person
became worthfull
was an idea
became a dream
eyes opened
became destroyed
the idea was worthless
خیال تھا ... خواب ہو گیا ...تصور تھا... یقین ہوگیا ...دھندلا تھا ...صاف ہوگیا ..... خوف تھا ... درد ہوگیا....فاصلہ تھا...مٹ گیا ..آنکھ ہے  ...دیدار ہوگیا....ایک شخص تھا... عام تھا... خاص ہوگیا...خیال تھا .... حقیقت ہوگیا ...آنکھ کھل گے .... فنا ہوگیا .... خیال اک فضول تھا
kainat rasheed Apr 2018
do these emotions remain the same on paper ?
kainat rasheed Apr 2018
do these emotions remain the same on paper ?
kainat rasheed Feb 2018
What shall I be?

I’ve again and again grown like grass.

I’ve experienced seven hundred and seventy moulds

I died from minerality and become vegetable

And from vegetative-ness I died and become animal

I died from animality and became man

Then why fear disappearance through death?

For the next time I shall die

Bring forth wings and feathers like angels

After that soaring higher than angels

What you cannot imagine I shall be that.
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