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 Nov 2014 MdAsadullah
Mohd Arshad
Look at the brave spider
How built its home on the wall
Throwing back all the winds
And all night's force
How slow motion to the top
How quick to raise its dream
Its own space its own world
Aloof from the jealous eyes
And you myself
Break the doors that hold your dreams
Open your wings of passion
And fly to the sky
You will see you will believe
Life that have got is worth living
Notes (optional)
 Nov 2014 MdAsadullah
LA Brown
Silence
should
be
observed
as
the
most
deafening
cry.
 Nov 2014 MdAsadullah
farahD
Hurt
 Nov 2014 MdAsadullah
farahD
Maybe,
There is,
Something you're afraid to say,
Or confess,
Somewhere you're afraid to go,
Or leave,
Someone you're afraid to love,
Or let go,
Afraid of those things,
That will make you hurt,
For hurt means,
It matters.
You keep everything valuable covered with the fear
that it's beauty might be ruined with dust.
Yet you uncover yourself with the fear
that you might not be 'valuable' for this world.
 Nov 2014 MdAsadullah
farahD
How strange,
Time is.

Motion passing,
Yet there is,
No beginning,
No ending,
Speed or slow,
Manipulative or naive,
We can never control.

The only thing,
We possess in time,
To use it foolishly or wisely,
Is,
Now.
 Nov 2014 MdAsadullah
farahD
Stay close to nature,
For it will,
Never fail you.

Never,
God's creation fail us.
 Nov 2014 MdAsadullah
farahD
Relief
 Nov 2014 MdAsadullah
farahD
I hug you,
You hug me even tighter,
And I know,
Instantly,
How you feel.

That's how,
That goes,
The emotional relief.
The world is a war zone
I'm trying to survive it
In this world I am alone
Carrying only a shield
Trying to protect myself
I may dodge a bullet or two
Though the bullet that killed me
Was the one that was shot by you
I thought we both had it all
No secrets in between
I thought that you were my ally
You turned out to be my enemy
The war zone that is never ending
Has taught me never to trust
Anyone except yourself
Cause in the war we are fighting
There is always betrayal circling
Circling around waiting to strike
When it has the opportunity
They mourned over her death
saying that this world lost a gem.
While the soil celebrated and welcomed her
as she made the Earth more poetic
than it ever was before.
 Nov 2014 MdAsadullah
Seher Seven
I grew up in an atheist home
no prayers at dinner
or biblical references
framed
in the bathroom.
my mother insisted
it was impossible;
there's no "man in the sky".
I was insistent
she wasn't necessarily wrong
but there was something
more
going on.

since then I've
opened
myself to the possibilities.
All of them.
recently
I've caught on to the
fact
I'm making them happen.
All of them.

I have a hypothesis
on the devil's origin;
those dark voices
within.
we just weren't ready
to add in
that these voices are us…
so we created a martyr.

our thoughts,
our concentrated energy
does self realize.
what you need
will
walk right up to your front door!

with this weight loss,
only the next notch on my belt,
I just choose light.
tranquilly moving
forward.

— The End —