Why does time fly?  
Why can’t it stay?  
I wished it would hurry,  
Now I beg it to wait.  

I counted the days,  
I longed for this flight,  
But now that it’s here,  
Something’s not right.  

I walk like I’m certain,  
Like I know where to go,  
Yet deep in my chest,  
I still don’t quite know.  

Did you feel this too?  
Were you just as afraid?  
Did you stand at the edge,  
Wishing time could delay?  

I take one more breath,  
And let go of the past,  
Time won’t stop for me
But I can make this moment last.

Do your tears always win?

Yes, does everyone fall to their knees
The second you crack up to cry?
Do all those who hurt you
Come back around to apologize?
Do they tell you it feels like tearing out their hearts
To watch those tears,
Those liquids that can never be solidified,
Run down your cheeks?

Would they do anything to make you smile?
Because they don’t, not for me.
Nobody ever does.

They never realize how wrong they’ve been,
Never run back to me with apologies.
They never sincerely wish to see me stop hurting,
Never want to wipe my tears away.

They don’t, not for me.

I asked a friend why,
And she said it’s because I never look hurt.
I never show how deeply I feel.
Even when I speak up,
I don’t look like a victim.
I always seem so powerful, so comfortable with words and neglect,
They don’t know they’ve hurt me.

Can nobody acknowledge their mistakes?
Unless guilt-tripped?
Should they not know when they’ve wronged me?
Should they not feel an insatiable urge to make me smile?
But they don’t.

And it’s all because I don’t cry.
There are no tears for them to wipe,
No slumped shoulders or quivering lips.
So I have to cry, a river, I’d let it flow,
Because then, maybe, my tears would always win.

By Imran Ahmed





They Were Bound By Fate Before They Knew Words

Two Silent Hearts Like Caged-Up Birds



Eyes Would Meet Yet Lips Stayed Still

Love Unspoken But Felt With Will



He A Dreamer Lost In Pages

She A Beauty Bright For Ages



He Built His World To Make Her Proud

She Was The Sun Behind His Cloud



But Seasons Changed Her Heart Grew Cold

She Left Behind The Dreams He Told



Bloomed In Beauty Sought The Stars

Left His Love With Unseen Scars



She Walked Away In Silk And Gold

Chose A Story Wealth Foretold



He Stayed Behind With Books Undone

A Love-Lost Shadow Facing None



In His Room Where Echoes Sighed

He Smiled By Day By Night He Cried



His Beard Grew Long His Eyes Grew Dim

The World Was Lost It Was Not Him



She Flew Across The Endless Seas

With Whispered Vows On Foreign Breeze



He Sat Alone In Love’s Old Chains

Drowning Deep In Silent Pains



And When She Came The Years Had Passed

But Love Had Held His First His Last



He Met Her Gaze Through Hollow Sight

A Shattered Soul A Fading Light



A Broken Smile A Whispered Breath

Then Love Collapsed Beneath His Death



She Screamed She Wept The Sky Turned Pale

A Final Cry A Love’s Lost Tale



Beside His Body Her Sorrow Laid

Her Hand In His Her Heartbeat Swayed.

My dad was never a dad, just a father,
Never resembling a father figure, just existing.

His voice is gruff and deep,
Every time I hear it, I can't help wondering,

"Why is he so detached?"
"Why does he keep his distance?"

I thought he was supposed to love me unconditionally,
To always be there for me,
To offer a shoulder to cry on in hard times,
But instead he abandoned me.