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artisticAR Aug 2020
I feel raw and bruised,
lasting remnants of you.
Nothing categorically bad
Just feel like I've been had.
I thought you were kinder and different
You thought you were the epitome of cool
Guess I'm no longer so significant,
I swear, next time, I'll be nobody's fool.
                                     ...amp
artisticAR Aug 2020
Mom
My mother died at forty-eight
Far too young to go that way
It's been decades since I've relived
that day
But today would have been her birthday
so in celebration, I'm going to rewind and press replay
to remind me of her
charismatic beauty
and generosity and
oh dear...I need to keep
my tears at bay...
...amp
artisticAR Aug 2020
The rooms in our house are
possessed
by every soul living in this crowded nest
At night, our spirits converge to confess
the secrets desires of the day that were never met.
...amp
artisticAR Aug 2020
Flying through your window,
a silhouette inviting
to rest on pages of an open book
full of inconsequential writing.
Stories crowded with rhymes
and hooks
Of beggars, singers, lovers and crooks.
Like the lore of pain in Country songs
its passion diluted and suddenly gone
into the abliss of Perhaps and Ifs,
once a nagging thought now set adrift.
...amp
artisticAR Aug 2020
I've never been a chronic sharer
I always hoarded all my thoughts.
I waited patiently for you to care
But you were afraid to connect the dots.
...amp
artisticAR Aug 2020
My bed is empty, the sheets messy,
my pillows need some talking
for my thoughts are frazzled
and quite frankly, a tad baffled
at the eagerness in which you
left me this morning.
...amp
artisticAR Aug 2020
How can you recall what you don't know?
Your path to memory scatters
Recollections appear quick and slow
A stalker of vision, of life's chatter.  
Do take a look at your footsteps
to see where you've come from,
veer off that snoney path of regret
and celebrate your will to carry on.
artisticAR Aug 2020
I like it here, the quiet, the stillness.
The tranquility drapes my skin, flushes out my soul.
I need to come here quite often to reassess my infinite desire to control.
For here, amidst the smell of earth and the rustling of leaves, I become a simple Being, I become once again, me.
...amp
Sabila Siddiqui Mar 2020
The name of it left buzzing malls empty,
sanitizers out of stock,
masks and hygiene products booming.

It revolutionized responses to sneezes
from bless you to get away from me.
It shut down schools and flights
bringing governments to its knees.

It snatched sleep from health workers,
that now risk their lives every day to be
the hustle towards the cure of it.

It declined stock markets,
dissipated jobs like
they were a mere nothing.

It ticked off the many goals of our buckets list
by travelling across the world,
and leaving the world impacted.

It disconnected touch,
grafted face masks onto people.
But wait, France is this a veil you’ll ban as well?

It revolutionized greetings,
made many of us home bounded –
is this the final push to making every inch of our lives digitalised?

As for the kids,
the final teachings of their doctors,
teachers and parents is put to work;
they’re finally washing their hands.

— The End —