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I'll sing of all the ways I miss you
and how this sorrow came to be
the verses, lies I should have whispered
the chorus, truths in harmony.

The melody will break the silence
and call your broken heart to me
to be repaired by love unyielding
to broken hymns in minor key.
Depression lies and makes us push those we love most away, sometimes so far away that they can never return.
 Jan 2015 Mohammad Skati
Reanna
I didn't believe it this time.
I was so scared of the past
that
when it was in the palm of my hands
I was too scared thinking
again it wouldn't last.

So I pushed away the fear
and in the process you flew
having a more clear vision
I now see things anew.

I didn't quite understand
I didn't believe,
but now my mind has changed
we will beat the odds, we will acheive

Take your time please,
but when you're ready take my hand
I will show you love and acceptance
I will keep you safe when you land
Starting anew
I guess it's time to move on.
Because this is that
and that is this.
Without words, there's a shift.
Our disposition sways.

The sentiments and gestures
it all festers
in the small space between us
because it just doesn't
have anywhere else to go.

No matter how busy I make myself,
it's still there.
Pounding on the cage
in the back of my mind.

I never wanted to let slip
the anguish
which was breathing through my pores.
But it's there.
Emanating around me.
In the small space between us.
 Jan 2015 Mohammad Skati
Charlie
I burnt it all,
Not a single ember stayed ablaze
Much like what you did
To me and you.
Kinda funny, ain't it?

I watched the smoke and
Ashes rise up into
The night until
I couldn't see
Them any longer.
They're not my
Problem anymore.
You're the world's problem
Now.

I made sure every
Scrap was burnt to
Nothing.
After all, you had
No trouble
Doing it to me.

For once,
I had the
Control.

And after it all,
I said the
One thing you
Could never
Say to me.
"Good bye"
I miss you.
Let's just all let go.
 Jan 2015 Mohammad Skati
JWolfeB
The coffee dripping down my throat
Was okay
Lights seemed obnoxiously interrupting
Which was fine
Sound reached me at an average speed
I guess better than being deaf
My blood didn't get enough sleep
Eyes a little timid of objectionable presence
I was a teacher today
Seen better days
But it was honestly
Okay
Average found me accepting
Warm embrace of spinal taps
Laying my head on my pillow
Was decent
I will find tomorrow in its entirety
Willing to exist in awkward small talk
During bad weather
Moderately mumbling about ordinary things
Like today
I feel people often want to feel extraordinary or tragic, but some days fall somewhere in-between.
When*   I  wake  up  and  get  ready
For  a  new  day­  to  start
You  kiss  my  forehead  and  call  ­me,  "My  son!"
Mother  I  know  you  love  me
­And  I  am  your  only  star
I  know  you  are­  afraid  to  lose  me
And  father's  heart  throb­s  too
But I  have  to  go  outside  and  Learn­  something  new
I  see  those  protectors  who  ­beat  the  blinds
I  see  those  protectors  who  ­beat  the  children
I  see  how  they  protect  ­us
And  perform  their  duty
Mother  don't  be  a­fraid  of  this
To  die  is  my  duty
You  can­  not  protect  me  outside
They'll  beat  me  too­
If  I  fight  for  my  right
O  Mother!  Hug ­ me  tight
Because  God  knows
This  might  be  ­my  last  *night!
Protector here means Police.
Pakistan's so called Police is also no less than terrorism itself.

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