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887 · Jun 2018
Ars Poetica
Simra Sadaf Jun 2018
poets use poetry
to narrate tales
of agony,
caused by love or
the lack there of
in various ways,
using metaphor,
oxymoron, irony,
analogy, imagery,
personification, simile,
we write about
surreal reality,
ethics and morals,
fears and misery,
spirits and souls,
lies and treachery,
we play with words
and tamper everyone's
wakeful and dormant
with words, we dive deep
into the cavern of
your memories,
we can write in
numerous ways,
forming stunning poetry,
magnificent prose,
with verses and lines,
ballads and sonnets,
that may or may not rhyme,
we shall write till there
are no words left to explore,
till the words stop
making sense,
until our fingers
start bleeding,
until every shop in the
world runs out of ink,
till there are no thoughts
in our heads,
till the day we meet
a lady named death.
571 · Jun 2018
Simra Sadaf Jun 2018
she is an undeniable calm amidst chaos,
a lone rose of the wild,
a strange serenity in a calamity,
her words are like sugar,
sweetness you crave for,
she is like the air,
you can not hold it in your hand,
but it is everywhere,
she is a walking beauty,
the sun's rays gleams on her cheekbones,
her perfume smells like innocence,
of beauty she is the quintessence,
as long as you have her,
your heart could never be empty,
with gorgeousness through and through,
she is flawed in all the right places,
freckles like constellations across her face,
forming Cassiopeia, queen of vanity,
how perfectly fitting.
528 · May 2018
pools of stardust
Simra Sadaf May 2018
her beauty radiant
like the dove,
every moment
is made glorious
by the light of love,
you look at her
and think she has
pools of stardust
in every vein,
those **** butterflies
they have done it again.
526 · Sep 2018
Simra Sadaf Sep 2018
her hair like ripples of wave
endlessly crashing against the shoreline
like our sins crashing agin our existence

her eyes shine
like there is a sun hidden behind her iris and
the galaxy refuses to know night when she is happy

her skin like fauve
the violence of colours marking each freckle
and tracing an uncharted galaxy on her velvety skin

her existence blossomed
like a flower
fresh from the water, gentle and chaste

her muscles, sinews, tendons
and axons ruptured anew
as the stars in the sky held and mothered her.
522 · Jul 2018
Blue Valentine
Simra Sadaf Jul 2018
remember I mentioned
Khaled Hosseini is my favourite?
how I love every single word
he has ever written,
he believed in second chances,
he said, "there is a way to be good again"
yes, there is, it is only you that
chose not to be,
now you are as useless as unsweetened tea.

the truth is,
you were unfit,
unfit of anyone's pity,
sympathy and empathy.
the truth is,
i failed to see through you,
i failed to see the real you.

it was your birthday,
and I like to pretend you are dead,
your body is rotting, it is in decay,
can not reach out empty voids to wish
a happy birthday.

It is sad you never got a
chance to be truthful,
how you turned out
to be so unworthy,
it is sad you always had
to conceal your real identity.
490 · Sep 2018
Simra Sadaf Sep 2018
my rib cage has housed a turmoil,
distorting my tendons
crumbling my home
made of cards,
it echoes of thunderstorms in its
flaky foundation and weak walls,
igniting a wildfire in the
curve of your spine, my home,
the only residues are these ashes,
now I am homesick.
482 · May 2018
Simra Sadaf May 2018
wrapped in words,
scrawled on paper,
soaked in ink,
jotting down
chunks of my being.
479 · Sep 2018
Read me a story
Simra Sadaf Sep 2018
sit with me and read me the story of
the dervish, his forty rules about god and love,
his sacred relationship with a student
who whirled in his absence,
wrote poetry in his name and
scattered it across the midnight
sky we now see as stars.

sit with me and read me the story of
tragedy, wings made of feathers and wax,
how he celebrated his freedom
by flying too close to the sun
before plummeting back to earth
and meeting his end in the sea, with Poseidon.

sit with me and read me the story of
the brave boy who lived,
a scar on his forehead, magic up his sleeves,
stood in the realm of his own and
defeated the Dark Lord with the help of one and all.

sit with me and read me the story of
second chances, two Afghan boys
and an extraordinary friendship,

sit with me and read me the story of
Rostam and Sohrab,

sit with me and read me a story
the way Amir read for Hassan.
477 · Aug 2018
Cor cordium
Simra Sadaf Aug 2018
when you would finally find yourself standing on my doorstep,
my neighbours will let you know,
that the poet has long left,
the splendid grandeur of my being
confounds me not anymore,
alone I wander across the roads,
my only companion are these words,
writing about our union in the afterlife,
I roam around these streets with
my heart in hand,
my soul dwells, somewhere in the void,
in the end, it will find its way you,
to breathe my last,
to finally know what it feels like to breathe,
to die in your arms,
to embrace new beginnings,
for I am a poet,
we live for dramatic endings.
476 · Jan 2019
Leonard Peacock
Simra Sadaf Jan 2019
you were a false dawn to my true
dusk, there is a graveyard in my
head, I built it for all the sorrow
you brought in, for the remnants
that you left, for the trauma you
gifted, in one of the books that
you got me, there takes place a
scene where the boy in a fit of
rage decides to **** someone who
hurt him, exactly what I wish to
do every time I imagine your
hand between her legs in cheap
hotel rooms. Along with despair,
I wait for you to die in the most
vicious manner and do what
Bukowski did to his dead lover’s
grave, he poured whiskey all over
it, I am quite sure your thirsty and
abhorrent corpse would miss the
toxicity, I wonder if your mother is
proud of the pathological liar that
came out of her womb, I wonder if
you will feel the torment of insects
eating away at your skin, I wonder
if that will balance out all the cuts
and bruises, I wonder.
453 · May 2018
in a fairyland
Simra Sadaf May 2018
the beautiful season of spring
brings abundant happiness
in all your loneliness,
basking in evening hues
of rich purple lavender,
lilac scented wind blows
in the air,
pale primrose stretched in a line,
a view so fine.
452 · May 2018
A walk so long
Simra Sadaf May 2018
The truth is, the walk was so long, you forgot where it all began,
you forgot to think twice before trusting someone so blindly,
you forgot to ask questions that questioned loyalty,
you forgot to find out if the love was ever real, if it were ever present,
you forgot to question their true intentions,
you forgot to peel off the mask,
you forgot to unravel the monster hiding behind that innocent face,
you forgot to decode the real meaning behind all the sugarcoated words,
you forgot to notice if the person was ever real,
you forgot that love does not drag you to the dark pit of hollowness,
you forgot that love does not scar you,
you forgot that love does not consume you till it ruins your flesh,
you forgot that love does not drill a hole through your heart,
you forgot that love does not asphyxiate you;
the severity of all this grows every second of everyday,
making you question your own worth,
making you question if your existence ever mattered,
convincing you this darkness will last forever,
that you will never find light,
that you will never crawl out of this pit,
and I swear by God's name, there is nothing in this world that can make it better.
447 · May 2018
jasmine in the air
Simra Sadaf May 2018
her beauty
draws you in like gravity
the sunshine in her eyes
the blush on her cheeks
the rhythm of her heart
her eyeliner on fleek,
the way she parts her hair
perfume like jasmine in the air
a beauty so precious
a beauty so rare.
430 · May 2018
Burning soul
Simra Sadaf May 2018
your burning soul
scorched a hole
in my heart.
420 · Apr 2018
Heaven and earth.
Simra Sadaf Apr 2018
in this vast universe
you are contributing your verse,
you can move heaven and earth
stop questioning your worth.
Here's some motivation if you're feeling down.
419 · Jun 2018
Little things
Simra Sadaf Jun 2018
Embrace her the way
the sea embraces the shore,

Seek for her the way
Rumi sought for Shams,

Crave for her the way
night sky craves for the moon,

Be in want of her the way
the human body needs blood,

Sing for her the way
Orpheus sang in the
memory of Eurydice,

Yearn for her the way
darkness yearns for light,

Dream of her the way
she dreams of
diamonds and stars,

Love her the way
Augustus loved Hazel.
418 · Apr 2018
He was dead.
Simra Sadaf Apr 2018
after he was dead
his ghost came to visit her
impassive and emotionless
he sat in front of her
begging to be noticed
whispering apologies
it was futile and in vain
cause she buried him in her mind
and left him to rot there.
410 · Aug 2018
I search for you there
Simra Sadaf Aug 2018
i. the morning dews,
droplets of moisture on the flowers,
a sharp breeze of air,
sounds of birds chirping,
I see the sun rising from the horizon,
I search for you there.

ii. Twenty Love Poems and a
Song of Despair in my hand,
the flow of poetry,
his numerous poems,
Pablo Neruda's verses,
I search for you there.

iii. the noon time heat,
the bees buzzing,
tearing petals of a beautiful flower,
******* honey from nectar to nectar,
taking away its mirth,
to build his beehive,
I search for you there.

iv. a tree by the river,
the exuberance of its growth,
it was once fresh with green leaves,
seasons changed,
spreading its branches,
now it stands leafless,
I search for you there.

v. the arrival of dusk,
ecstatic shine of the moon,
I once saw you shine in
ways brighter than the moon,
these confusing hues and
illuminating shades of twilight,
I search for you there.

vi. the merciless pounding of waves
against the sandy shore,
on an uneventful day,
it turned into a tsunami wave,
the velocity of it,
took lives in abundance,
I search for you there.
400 · Jun 2018
Simra Sadaf Jun 2018
your negligence
churns my lungs,
you were an uninvited
mess of malevolence,
how does one overcome
such unnerving experience?
388 · May 2018
Red. Orange.
Simra Sadaf May 2018
a young crescent moon
of silver velvet wanes,
while the sun edges the horizon,
vibrant hues of sunrise awakens
the earth with a whisper,
i try to give words to the
beautiful first beam
that cracks the skyline.
384 · May 2018
Twilight hues
Simra Sadaf May 2018
standing under the ethereal glow
of twilight hues,
i forget all my blues,
searching for the right words to tell,
for I do not know which is more beautiful,
or the view.
Simra Sadaf Oct 2018
ghosts, monsters in my head
a body has been found dead
the news caught like fire in the town
they think it is Pennywise the clown

a man so ruthlessly butchered
a question still hangs
why was he murdered?

so many suspects, so many faces
this is one of those rare cases
his intestines inside out, bones shattered
blood all over the house scattered

“REDЯUM” written on a wall
a thought hits one and all
Oh my God! it is Jack Torrance
but he froze to death, what non-sense!

another day, another ******
now they suspect Jack the Ripper
the woman drowned in her bath tub
the ashtray was full of cigarette stubs

he dances around and sings a song
enjoying all the things he has done wrong
still out at large is the killer
nobody suspected the friendly Casper.
Simra Sadaf Oct 2018
my legs took me to a sandy shoreline
in a cold beach where I sat and wept
the spaces between my ribs ache
due to blistering darkness
and aching apartness
that left an abyss
and gave birth to
of vain
stained lines
that brought hopes
of starting fresh
but time and again
a small crevice brings back
dead dreams and decayed deceit
screaming to be avenged the way
Heathcliff takes his vengeance until
he drops his will and resolves to let go.
360 · May 2018
Simra Sadaf May 2018
the first time he held her hand,
he wished for it to last an eternity,
somewhere far away,
a magpie sang a song joyful and lovely.
360 · Apr 2018
First meet.
Simra Sadaf Apr 2018
in a cafe on this beautiful evening
i can hear the birds chirping,
we are sitting in our table
i notice your eyes are hazel,
your subtle ways of flirting
a moment i had been dreaming,
your eyes gazing at me tender
would you fall for me, i wonder.
357 · Jun 2018
Simra Sadaf Jun 2018
in her beauty, the moon grows dim,
an ocean of thoughts raging inside your head,
perplexed whether to sink or swim,
you drown in the things left unsaid.

her touch could kindle flames,
the shrine of thine eyes,
has left you speechless,
she was your destruction and demise.

your heart skips a beat
when you hear her voice,
unknowing this was all a deceit,
this chaos was your own choice.

you are exhausted from being tamed,
she told you she is yours to have and hold,
her sweet lips broke the promise they proclaimed,
and soon her cruelty began to enfold.

your heart is desolate,
trapped into love's snare,
searching for a word stronger than hate,
God alone can save you from this despair.
356 · Oct 2018
Simra Sadaf Oct 2018
drenched in the colours
of sunlight ombré
your soul burns
so incandescently
that it could have
saved Prometheus
from the wrath of Zeus.
353 · Jun 2018
your soul, a funeral
Simra Sadaf Jun 2018
remnants of her preserved in your heart,
like the ashes of a dead person kept in an urn,
remembering the time when she was an important part,
also the time when she ignited a fire and let you burn,
initially the pain was just a whisper, like an ant bit your ear,
then it grew and grew like a mountain grinding your soul,
realising how you wasted your emotions, your every tear,
your time, your yearning, only to be left with a gaping hole,
you are driving yourself to madness and fright,
you hope there to be no respite in her tomb,
cause the sins of her were callous downright,
great will be the reach of her doom,
and flapping their wings will
come a lifetime of unmerciful gloom.
Simra Sadaf Jun 2018
Denying acceptance, support and love,
force is the only weapon he chose,
his inner demon got unleashed,
a punch destroyed her credence,
his abuse scarred her skin,
she's locked in a cage,
purple lesions,
broken ribs,
leave that filth,
this is not love,
you are not alone,
you do not deserve this,
pick up the remains of you,
open the door to happiness,
you are strong enough to breathe again,
and learn to see beyond the grief and pain.
342 · Jun 2018
Sleepless sobriety
Simra Sadaf Jun 2018
she weaved lies into her words
that seemed like light,
what a candle does to the dark,
the way your eyes turned bright,
turned brighter,
as you soaked in all the lies,

you wrapped your heart and
left it beside her bed,
she opened it desiring something
it's true, the laws of love and morals
are long dead,
and you sit there writing about better days like a mystic,

your faith and emotions in darkness now languish,
falling into pieces with this never ending anguish,
haunting memories, feeling diminished by sobriety,
you get drunk in the wine of morose poetry.
331 · May 2018
3 a.m. thoughts
Simra Sadaf May 2018
all the love you ever had for her has faded away,
all you could think about is how she burned you and reduced you down to ashes,
your soul is roaring fires of hatred with all the memories of her and how this was nothing to her but a child's play,
your nerves quiver by thinking how cheaply she sold her loyalty,
your mind feasts on infinite thoughts but you are left with only a few words to say,
you wonder how she never choked on all the malicious words that fell from her lips,
all her words and fake promises are engulfing your soul in a spit fire of hate,
all the colors around you are turning into shades of grey,
every feeling you had for her has stumbled down and shattered into a million pieces,
you feel like you are drowning, your self worth, your sanity is going astray.
323 · Jun 2018
Simra Sadaf Jun 2018
your home is built and
constructed in the shape
of her arms,
your home is in her
voice when she
whispers your name,
your home is in her
vanilla scented fragrance,
your home is in her touch
that fills you with warmth,
your home is in her honey
glazed eyes and the way
they light up when
she looks at you,
your home is in her
giggles and laughter,
your home is in her
perfect smile,
your home is in her fingers
when they intertwine
with yours,
your home is in the way
she leans on your shoulder,
your home is in the way
she ruffles your hair,
your home is in the way she
rests her head on your chest,
your home is in every beat
of her heart,
she is your solace,
she is your home.
322 · May 2018
That Woman
Simra Sadaf May 2018
That woman
who held you inside herself
for nine painful months,
that woman
who will not let you
sleep on an empty stomach
even once,
that woman
who gives equal love to
all her daughters and sons,
that woman
whose love for you bleeds,
that woman
who is always there
for you in times of needs,
that woman
who is not appreciated
for her labor never ending,
that woman who made
your life worth living,
i hope you don't realise
her worth late, cause
that woman is far too great.
321 · Jun 2018
Ballad of life
Simra Sadaf Jun 2018
the dimensions of a beautiful
heart you once trusted,
has left your house haunted,
carrying the weight of a vice
and its foul play,
your shadow is weeping, hiding
under the candlelight in dismay,

your wings butchered and
cloths bear non-washable bloodstain,
you plead, "fix my lacerated wings,
for i wish to fly again"

even angels fear the kind of sadness
that leaves a soul breathless,
for it makes them commit the sin
of becoming faithless,
bury the ruffled thoughts
of grey torment in thy mind,
of this overbearing anxiety,
let your words unwind.
317 · May 2018
Simra Sadaf May 2018
she fed you lies for breakfast
betrayal for lunch and
gobbled up your soul for dinner.
298 · Apr 2018
All the galaxies
Simra Sadaf Apr 2018
allow me to get lost in your eyes;
for they have all the galaxies and constellations shining in them.
291 · Apr 2018
Maybe it was Greece
Simra Sadaf Apr 2018
I had a dream once
we were miles away from home
maybe it was Greece
we were standing by the sea
no one to disturb our peace
winds rustling
waves gushing
sunlight searing
so beautiful, it felt real
so calm, it felt like home.
291 · Jul 2018
The butterfly effect
Simra Sadaf Jul 2018
Monday morning,
melancholic mass,
somewhere far away,
a butterfly flapped its wings
sitting on the grass,
one massive wave took down
and entire land,
marooned it all and
left behind a million scars
289 · May 2018
not a love poem
Simra Sadaf May 2018
her blood stained canines have
ripped out your heart,
her malevolent words have
eaten through your soul,
every word a figment
of sinister plan,
every day, every night
they are like a knife
pressed against your throat,
she was your lady
and you were her man,
her mouth now spills
poorly worded apologies,
her charms were tricks and
tactics to a game
she loves to play,
there were clear signs
which you chose to overlook,
like when she said she did not
like reading Hemingway,
or when she bought you a book
to divert your attention
from seeing her real look.
Simra Sadaf Oct 2018
It is a voice I am trying to abandon,

Grey coloured glasses concealed my eyes
Of a condition as clear as the summer sky
That caused permanent damage to my sight,

This thrum has caged me in a mirthless setting,
Hating an existence, harming an existence,
I wonder which is for me, which is for the other,
Saving an existence, subduing an existence,

Hand in hand they go, trust and deceit,
Usurped a land only to leave it barren,
Murdered a being and nobody found it,

It is a buzz preventing me from moving ahead,
Numbing my fingers and aching my head,
Suffocating darkness is everywhere,
It is getting difficult to breathe, it is in the air,
Debunking your half-truths and all the lies,
Evoked so much grief that even the sky cries,

My mind is begging for a moment’s sanity,
Yearns for a fresh breeze, for tranquility,

Heart that is decayed now hopes to dream,
Eager eyes are waiting to gleam,
And wishes to drift into a far off galaxy,
Desires to bloom, to reach the sky valiantly.
283 · May 2018
the serpent's lies
Simra Sadaf May 2018
Apologise. Run,
run to her until your toes start bleeding and your lungs are burning,
apologise until your tongue starts to feel numb and your throat is itching,
you lied to her she was the only flower in your garden when you were watering one rose after another,
you lied to her you would take a bullet for her when you were the one dancing behind the trigger,
you lied to her she was your moon when you were like the moon, constantly changing, never the same,
so many words but nothing ever comes close to describing your cheapness and vile nature, for your whole foundation has become so grotesque and abhorrent,
you see, karma never forgets,
it will come around and sting you like a bee.
in the spirit of cheats and liars, here's a little something to make you cringe at your evil doings:
282 · Jul 2018
a pool of existentialism
Simra Sadaf Jul 2018
in a vigil of longing and yearning,
we are left between time and destiny,
by what might may we subdue time,
for it is leaving, it is a traitor,
by what might may we quell destiny,
for it is wicked, it is deceiving,
in lieu of longing and yearning,
a blade is plunged into our backs,
by what might may we annihilate
the torment of bad faith?
277 · Jul 2018
Solitary beach
Simra Sadaf Jul 2018
toes buried in the sand,
warming to the glory of sunset,
cool breeze of the ocean,
echoes of the evening softness,
reminding you of her touch
that mystified your heart,
her beautiful eyes as such
made you want to seek her soul out,
the miracle of resurrection had dawned on you when
her gaze met with yours,
a burning desire to keep staring
to find out why you
could not stop staring,
you returned to a place
where she had left her footprints,
your home, your heart,
your soul, this beach,
and you placed your feet
where she had left its mark,
igniting the old spark,
rekindling and bringing back
memories from its millenary sleep.
267 · Jun 2018
Simra Sadaf Jun 2018
you let her in,
loved her from your bare skin
unto the core,
you are the only one she swore,
weighing heavily on your mind,
she was vicious, heartless and unkind,
fell for her when you
were stupid and young,
now you cling on to
every word that slipped
out of her serpent like tongue,
you opened up revealing
every scar within your soul,
oblivious that her heart
was black as coal,
she was your only
weakness and vulnerability,
her treachery killed you
almost instantly,
you grieve and ache in blues,
she smudged your heart
and left you with
an irrevocable bruise.
266 · Jun 2019
Greek myths and paper cuts
Simra Sadaf Jun 2019
how silent it is, how still,
like the nights in my town,
what do I say, what do I fear,
is this town grieving, it is,
so is this poem, so is that man.

descending to Hades,
my anxiety is a mourning widow,
why do paper cuts hurt so much,
why are the lilies decaying,
“get some sleep”, says my mother.
265 · Sep 2018
Tidal wave
Simra Sadaf Sep 2018
the way you hid
your corrupt soul
behind words (now
irrelevant of meaning
and emotions) to
cause chaos and
it unsettled even
the universe
that it sat back and
got drunk on the night
of your revelation.
265 · Jun 2018
Simra Sadaf Jun 2018
A state of illusion,

Collective consent among humans,
A puddle of emotions,
Unwise, reckless and misplaced strife,
Splintered souls are falling prey to the
Emotional stress of finding "the one",

Cautioned by risk, grief, and misery,
A poisonous addiction begins,
Losing yourself to "the one" is like
Losing yourself to vulnerability,
Every bit of you shall ruin, while
Daydreaming about a phoney,

Lying next to "the one",
Overwhelmed by your emotions,
Venomed by the feelings, while slowly
Erasing your existence.
263 · Jul 2018
Unsaid, Unheard.
Simra Sadaf Jul 2018
I hope you hear the things
I can never bring myself to say,
every second of everyday,
the pain of unanswered answers
and unquestioned questions bury
me into myself,
strangling me, suffocating me,
fading me into your silence,
you had me fooled with your manipulation and calculated diligence,
it frightens the soul out of me
to know the truth,
to know why you had to play me,
I guess this is how it will always be,
not knowing, not asking,
things left unsaid,
things left unheard.
262 · May 2018
Simra Sadaf May 2018
sitting on the damp grass
under the shimmering sun,
talking for hours on end,
you whisper in my ear
all your fears,
dreams and feelings,
our hearts beating
to the same rhythm,
i found my euphoria.
259 · May 2018
Simra Sadaf May 2018
her beauty
enslaved your heart,
freckles on her face
like an imperfectly perfect art,
your fingers wander
across her velvet like skin,
her grace, her wisdom,
helping you fight your sins,
sunlight beams
through her hair,
touching your heart and soul
her laughter floats in the air.
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