There are lots that makes me smile,
like dogs and cats or other stuff.
Having it as a list, surely, it'll be in pile,
some I smile only because I have to, some I smile then laugh.
Like good arts and music,
great literary pieces that I enjoy,
or for all one knows, maybe an interesting topic,
who knows, anything can be a joy.
Like when you force yourself to be happy,
it could be goodbyes that should end plain.
Perhaps, pretending to show gaiety or felicity,
that's when we smile in struggle and pain.
Smiles are diverse.
We smile in satisfaction and glee.
We smile in affliction and agony.
Sometimes, its caused by the best feeling, every so often, by the worst.
یہ سانحہ محبت کا
گزرا کچھ ہم پہ یوں
روح تھی گھائل
۔۔۔ اور تھیں مضطرب سانسیں
بس اس کا ہاتھ تھاما تھا ۔۔۔۔
How Love happened to me?
My bruised soul
Out of breath.
I just held his hand ...
When it comes to languages, Urdu will always be my first love. Still, I will try to do the English translation so that it is easier for the readers to understand.
There is a pain so intense no one can bare it
not the strongest or the bravest
this is the pain of being in love
the perfect agony
the painful ecstasy
it is not the affliction of love
love does not burn so much
the love for friend of family
does not reduce people to their knees
this is the agony of ‘in love’
the first glimpse
the first touch
before you see they are also human...
midnight whisperings say
'i'll take care of you'
yet morning words declare
'i don't need you'.
you hold me so gently
like a new set of china—
yet pour inside me
hot, scalding, tea.
I inflict pain on myself and others
Ruining relationships is a habit
No self confidence
Anxiety and depression are to blame
Putting blame on something other than you is wrong
No one understands something unless they live it
My heart is constantly shattered
My mind is burnt out
My body grows tired
I am weak
Why was I given a mental illness?
Why can't I be normal?
What is wrong with me?
Will I ever be good enough?
There are questions I ask myself daily.
the deadliest affliction
not owning a reason,
to see a glimmer of hope
in your friend's smile
your father's words
your mother's hug
it wouldn't be worth it
A puny nib tells it's affliction to perception sheet.
Staring at you through a glass of
My self-inflicted barrier of thought
No matter what I say or do the
Message isn’t getting through
“Darling can’t you sense the pain of
cuts upon your blood-soaked hands as
you’re trying to assemble the pieces of
my shattered heart....”
Lips upon my tear-soaked eyes
As we spend our final night
Knowing that your tenet won’t come true
As I watch you struggle through affliction
“How can you try to mend it in the dark,
specially when someone else has
stolen some of it’s parts...”
Not long after being dumped I met a beautiful soul who tried to bring me back to life through love... I hated myself for hurting her because I wasn’t ready for Love nor did I thought I could at that time. I hope our paths cross again so I can show you what you meant to me. Thank you.
Place the day
Shredded paper soil pours the rose composed for those with better things to grow into the air
Smokey silhouettes dressed in regret pressed against the echoes of its flare
Sparing the nights received stares of ambivalence
A sentence spun to run on too long
In a song with too many notes
broken in a sense few would know how to sense
or think to try
To vai through ethereal rope for ways to cope
with another day of smoke
Just wait and choke
Consider the ways it broke
Deliver another craven joke
Then slither away at once and pray the planted stems response
is the one we'd hoped it would evoke
But we haven't spoken have we
Coughed a sick joke and no ones laughing
Are you happy
Free from a tether whether we were ready or not
Lock step in a crowd head down
Feathers in a knot
Trapped me in apathy
Had to be hard
And I'm sad that I'm happy
Playing the part
Place the night
Over a lifetime of work and lurch
When the dirt under your nails edges into pale skin
Sickening little scratches tapping rickety veins placing marks to track the pain on a line this thin
Affliction born from your own choices
sworn to poison from the inside out beginning to end.
Send the sin from your nerves with urgency
turbulent little displacements of adjacency
And graciousness erase us
As we face and feed the fire
With emaciated traces rehearsed when we preach to choirs.
destined for and inspired by greatness swooning under the weight between each action
feeling dire chasms open
soon after the broken reflections of our spoons feel the heat from lighters
Just wanted to try something different. Hopefully it isn't SO vague that no one can get anything meaningful out of it.
There are certain words...
That become the mascot
For their particular affliction
An all encompassing bubble,
Doesn’t mean much
But liver cancer, now that’s a whole nother matter
Just simply using the word
Gives rise to panic. Anxiety
It makes sense,
That non experts can’t know every type of
Illness or mental disorder out there
So they associate it with a mascot
It’s all the unessesary hype
The baggage that comes with it
Not as many, knew about zeka
That was all over the news
Despite being far less of a threat
It became the mascot