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 Jul 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi
Seema
Walking with you, talking
Smiling, hand in hand
I recall those days of ours
And how it all came to an end

You'd never known my heart
The million things it had for you
But soon came the day, I realised
My love was not enough for you  

A peace breakup, was a great deal
That brimmed my eyes with tears
Pierced my heart with infinite thorns
Gone are the days, and so has the years

Just mist of faded memories linger
With time and again gone in flames
Nothing of feel is left to feel
Burning down, kissing flames

Dancing on thorns, it tickles my veins
No more pain is left to endure
Eyes drained, like draught of rain
I am out of breath to ensure

Living is no regret or sly guilt
Moments come and pass by
Lifting my spirit once more
I bid you, a thousand goodbye...


©sim
Fictional write. Spilling imagination.
If you are here
To stay, cement yourself in
Never fade away.
sometimes my dreams make a living
sometimes they barely make out
sometimes it seems that sometimes my dreams
are more than just riddled with doubt

sometimes my dreams dream me
that's when i have to pinch myself
is this all a dream or mostly reality
and at what point do i find that out

sometimes my dreams take a minute
sometimes they go on and on
feels like i've seen it as they all have me in it
sometimes with strangers, sometimes alone

sometimes i dream in slow motion
sometimes i dream i can fly
sometimes it seems that sometimes my dreams
are just a long drawn out dream in the question of why

sometimes i dream in color
though i'm told it's all black and white
and with that being said it's all in my head
as i bid you all a goodnight
Chocolates have tasted many
Dark bitter white
Candied and sweet
Local
And from different parts of the
World
Loved them all ,when I ate them
Yet
One, I love the most
Is Cadbury’s Dairy Milk

Unwrapping the purple-golden wrapper
The aroma sweet
Melts in the mouth always a lovely treat
Sweet memories of childhood it brings many
Of sharing the love and care
https://youtu.be/NheJiVVLgzk
Sharing this link to an old Cadbury’s ad from 90’s
Yesterday I was with time
it followed me to the day that's now
tomorrow we'll re-engage
there's no question of why or how.
 Jul 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi
kiana
may I find a soul
as sweet as honey
whom I can call
the embodiment of poetry
where their kiss
taste like midnight drives
in the warmest of nights
where their touch
feels like eternal hugs
like fire and wood in love
someone who understands
how simply complex I am
as some days, I am night
and some nights, I am day
may I find a love
gentle and rough
where I'll never have to question
if I am enough
I hope I'll find it.
 Jul 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi
Wanderer
Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
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