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Sk Abdul Aziz Jun 2020
A flame is burning inside of me
And I'm afraid someday I might get engulfed in it and there would be nothing left of me
Save for a soul which once used to be pure but has now been filled with dust and smoke
And the charred remains of my brain which had this habit of over thinking
Sk Abdul Aziz Jun 2020
I was supposed to wake up in the early hours of morning
But I slept on...lost in wonderful dreams
I dreamt of a life I wish to live...
I dreamt of faces I wanna see
I dreamt of places I wanna be
I dreamt of things I wanna do
I dreamt of a love I want to feel
I dreamt of hope
I dreamt of peace
I dreamt of equality
I dreamt of justice
I dreamt of acceptance
I dreamt of so much more...
I wanted to continue dreaming
But then as the morning rays of the sun hit my eyes..
...i was rudely woken up to the harsh reality around me
Now it's a long and arduous wait for the night to set in again
For that is when I shall go back to my land of dreams and feel at ease again
Sk Abdul Aziz Jun 2020
I don't have much money
But I have a few true friends
So I'd say I'm pretty rich.
Sk Abdul Aziz Jun 2020
He thought he knew her
Little did he know
That he barely even knew himself
Sk Abdul Aziz Jun 2020
I fell for her at the first sight
In my dark and gloomy life she was like a bright ray of light
She came in my life and stood by me
Save for her nothing or no one mattered to me
She stood by me when stars were bad
And I was lonesome, depressed  and sad
She breathed love into me
The beauty of life now I could truly feel and see
She's kind, humble and wise
Sometimes I think she's an angel in disguise
It's hard to describe in words what joy she brings to my heart
My life was stuck in pause.. She came and held my hand and made my life restart
She means the world to me and I love her with all my heart
Till death do us part...
Sk Abdul Aziz May 2020
I left my old house with a heavy heart
A new house... A new start
The house where I reside now is good
But sometimes I sit in silence and recall how my old house used to talk to me
I badly miss those conversations
I miss the trees
I miss the walls
I miss the smell
I miss the neighborhood
I miss the noises
I miss that vibe
I miss those memories
My friends keep telling me that I'll create new memories in my new house
And I don't disagree with that
It's just that it just doesn't feel the same
I sometimes miss my old house so very badly...
Sk Abdul Aziz May 2020
Anyone who has ever loved or suffered a heartbreak has been a poet
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