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 Oct 2017 kainat rasheed
Star BG
Deep inside the foot of my soul,
I dance.
Dance,
with the kiss of a moment.
Before a grande meal with gratitude.
In front of my day that inspires.

Yes,
deep in the foot of my soul,
I dance.
Dance,
in celebration for who I am am.

And
in night when sleep
is at my doorstep,
I sense my souls sweet smile
applauding.
Applauding the dance
of a lifetime I lead,
as I follow the music of heart.
I heard somebody use the phrasedeep in  foot of my soul so this pome was born.
In this world full of chaos
I try to find solace
I try to find peace

In a place
Where there are foxes everywhere but no sheeps
I try to find a soul who is same as me

In this world of  fake smiles and cunning minds
I try to find someone divine
Someone with a sacred soul and a beautiful mind
When I was 10 my mum Told me that
I was special
The Next day was the First time
she told me to shut up
When I was 14 my Friends told me that
I was funny
The Next day I Heard them laugh about me
And when I was 16
You told me I was beautiful
You told me you loved me
You told me you would do anything for me
But I did not believe you
Because I learnt that people don't mean
What they say
And I did not want to get disappointed again
 Oct 2017 kainat rasheed
Annie
Have you ever felt like
You're a part of a puzzle
But someone comes snatching you
Not even letting you muffle?
      
Have you spent the darkest night
When it's too cold
To breathe, to seek
But you don't have anyone to hold?
     
Have you ever gone through the time
When you're all that you've got
Convincing yourself you'll be fine
Sobbing -because you know it's not

Have you ever felt 'lonely'
Because it's not just about being alone
It destroys all of you
Makes you wipe the tears on your own

Have you ever needed someone
Just anyone to be there?
To help you rise up?
Just someone who would actually care?
 Oct 2017 kainat rasheed
Star BG
grows everyday inside the moment of a breath, the focus in the heart and footsteps of dance.

It sprouts like beautiful flowers,
as gardner I sow truth
that I have God's essence within.

New hope grows everyday
generated by
faith, trust, and compassion,
as  I remember who I am.

It blossoms 
with water of gratitude
in the sacred journey I celebrate.
Inspired by Kainat Rasheed
What sweet bliss is this..
One more week of this...
And its long gone...
Ill never have to see you again..
Youll never see me again...
Ill never have to run into you again...
Oh such sweet bliss is this...
My freedom from you is pure bliss...
I can run
                from
every monster in
my nightmares
                   But
I can't run from
       Me...
An ant was roaming
May be, in search of mates
Creeping like a snail
As if desperate.
From one end to the other
It took almost two hours
Without any rest
Running with a great quest.
Perhaps, in the search of parents
Or may be children
Can be soul mate
Or someone for fun.
Another ant emerged from the woods Made a guess
Searching for her food
.....The fellow ant saw someone familiar
I observed, creeping became a race
With a very fast pace
They both were almost too near
Suddenly, a man walked on them
With his fatal feet without sympathy
The two souls were then lying barren.
Crushed by chance or carelessly
Didn't matter
Their transitory fragile heart
Stopped by that evil
Ready for their next birth
Either of an angel or of a devil.

Surbhi Dadhich..
"I have been through the darkest of days
I have been through everything in a nutshell
I have been through whatever spirit
I have crossed every limit
Something is missing
Someone is still missing
Above the horizons of success
It's not divine
It's not any illusion
It's not my faith
Nor heart and soul's fusion
It'll always remain a matter of confusion.."
This is what my Granny said to me last night.
When I asked what she was talking about..She said that I am too young for that..
I am still urging her to tell me..
But, now I think I'll get to know about it on my own..may be.
a mixed bag*
is the odd weather for to-day
a mixed bag
the fast wind whirling its south swag
in minutes changing to calm sway
quite the spectacle on display  
*a mixed bag
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