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Maham S Mar 2013
I see you
I see others
I see everyone
And, I see you again
Time after time,
I ponder
What lures you apart?
Is there something?
Is there anything?
But time after time
I conclude
That cloning has surely begun.
I deduce
That no man is diverse
No woman either
No children, no parents.
We’re all similar
We’re all striving to be identical
Indifferent to the essentials of our soul
Indifferent to the necessities of our individuality
We endeavor to be parallel, analogous
To be the flock
To be the herd
To be the pack
Maham S Feb 2013
Red drops.
Tiny. Brutal. Morbid.
Dripping
Slowly
Steadily.
My nails claw on your chest.
Long gashes
Red drops.
Trickling
In the midst of this sadistic frenzy
I smile.
At your painful moans
At your begging pleas
At your dying whispers.
Every emotion sensitized
And every sound heightened
Till it was saved in my membrane
In my mind forever.
'Cuz no pain of yours
was bigger than mine.
The drops, once had been gushing from my body
the pleading moans,
had once been my beg for refuge.
And your manic laugh,
as an answer to my begs, is still etched on my mind.
Your sadistic hands clawing at my body
drawing blood
drawing pain
drawing sanity
still there in my mind.
Thriving,
on this pain that I bring you.
No second chances,
since I didn't even get my first.
No mercy, since I died too.
Maham S Jan 2013
I sit down,
Painting faces
Painting farces
Playing pretend.
Filling up the void
With blue sunlight
And green moonlight
I stand up
Yet again, fantasizing
Visualizing, romanticizing
Inch by inch
I depart this world
Bidding farewell to all
Resurrecting in a new dawn
In new hope
In new life
Where all tunes are sung
According to my accord
Where all light shines bright
With my bulb
Things fall into place
But alas, never stay put
They fall out again
And I find myself
Naked.
I find myself
Plunged into the darkest of nights
Crawling my way to another dawn
Another life
Another fantasy.
Maham S Jan 2013
We revel in what we romanticize
With broken bones, we pretend to walk straight
Alas, we acknowledge, what we never had
What we couldn’t have
Almost. But not quite
Never quite the right time it shall be
And never again could we pretend
One fall was all it took for some
Millions failed to do so for others
Like red drops, pure in their essence
Like dying leaves, golden in their glory
Like surrendering waves, clearest in their end
We too understand
That having too much of what we never had
Is surely the downfall of a reigning crown,
a presiding throne, a forged pride.

— The End —