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Insecurities and Contradictions
Fears and conflicts
Have they , a single solution!!
Managed a hop skip jump
Many a times in life
But some experiences in life
Bound to have had
Bitter it may be as the pill
But  cure it has none
Until undergone
Live as it comes
Learn as it teaches
What's wrong with you?

I don't know
What's wrong in me
But I do know
What I aspire to be

What's wrong with you?

I don't know
What's wrong with me
But I do know
How to deal with it.
What's wrong with me
Is what I knew dearie
From my early girlhood
That I haven't ever tried to improve
Neither I dare
Nor I care
To challenge that stuff
And..I didn't ever repent
Not to be perfect
Sometimes, it seems really strange when a person who's never serious( not at least a bit with friends) talks of logic, the principles of life. My friend suddenly talked like this..
Then I patted lightly to check him..She was back again..my real friend..
Spend away the world which ye most admire
Demands from thee, nothing but a sole desire
Impress Him, waking midnights in remembrance
For thee, shall thy soul be dipped in fragrance
The Sigh of Heart sea
Pouring in tears
From cloudy eyes on the worthless prayers
To cultivate sorrows
With tragedy as a seed
To cultivate wounds
With joy as a ****
To bear fruits
Of stress and melancholy
Gobbled up by soul
To destroy every aspect of charity
Stored in the heart
With locks of veins and arteries
Stored in the mind
As a souvenir
To destroy my mankind...
 Oct 2017 kainat rasheed
Star BG
Everyday
I mold and remold myself
with the clay of God.

My sculpture tools
are the breath,
intention, compassion,
and love.

The excess clay
in structure from programming
of hate, greed, separation,
I dig out and it falls away
To disintegrate.

Everyday,
I look in mirror  
and see the greatness before me
smiling, grateful, full of life force energy.

A God's masterpiece in motion
ready to mold all my dreams
into reality.
Inspired by Kainat Rasheed's poem
I am clay , you are clay She is a gift and I am grateful to her.
I am like my poems
And they're like me
Like I write about you
And you're like the sea.

I am your language
And you're my thoughts
Like I write about you
And you're like a lee.

I am a small garden
And you’re its flowers
Like I write about you
And you're like a bee.

I am the blue skies
And you're my dreams
Like I write about you
And you're like me.

I am the early morning
And you are the new day
What do you look like today
I would like to see...
I am just a little girl
I'm naive and confused
I like to fly and to swirl,
but my sky is bound.

I was so flushed yesterday
A boy called me 'sweetie'
I said to my mom 'go away'
Because she thinks I'm still a baby.

Mom, I really like him
Truly, he's good looking
He's the cutest, I’m not dim!
    No baby, it's the right time for schooling.

After school,
Hey handsome, lovely dude
I've to break up with you, that's all
Please, don't get me wrong, don't be rude.
     Huh, I loved you, love you still, always will…

Evening,
I'm editing a friend's essay
But at the moment I'm messy.

I couldn't sleep well last night
Oh my gosh, just woke up!
I have to go to school, right?
Midterms are coming up…
I live my life in isolation
I feel the worlds devastation
I keep it all trapped inside
All my pain and anger I hide
You'll never see
the darkest Part of me
You'll see me but you won't see
The true me
I smile at the world
Even though my heart is wounded
My pain is hidden
behind my grin
You'll say its a sin
But I hold up my chin
Noone can hurt me again
There's a hole in my heart
Where everyone ripped me apart
I wouldn't know where to start
To repair a holy heart
So I will hide my pride
And slowly die
My eyes remain dry
Its too late to try
My isolation is my own devastation my soul is beyond recognition
So when you see me smile at you know that it isn't true and there's nothing you can do because there is no glue to fix the hole in my heart that humanity tore apart.
 Oct 2017 kainat rasheed
Star BG
I am
my own inspiration,
to the sound of my beating heart.
Thumps play
transmuting words
to launch a poem
for white screen.

I am
my own inspiration,
to the breath that fuels.
Vibrations
tantalize air
metamorphosing
into words
for scripted page.

I am
my own inspiration,
to the visions that ground.
Rhymes to reason materializes
with creative flow
for phases to land
on white runway.

And for me to whisper gratitude.
Dedicated to Hector who inspired this poem with his kind words
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