Faint, feather, fierce, followers,
fill me with pretty words, and your heart won't break.
Hold me tighter, and I promise I won't shake.
Force is a sharp word, don't say...
Fall, fake, fail in your love, I stay, gliding through decay.
No end to your name, cause you're fitter without a daybreak, heartache?

Love?
Hope?
Faith?
All the same..
Do they exist?

In the midst of a snow storm—I worry about the footsteps left behind. Begging the memory of someone would leave my mind.

The footsteps behind me mark memories of happiness, sadness, and frustration. In the case of a snowstorm—I'd beg that the traces of you fade away to.

The selfish wish begins to melt out of its ice. "I wish I never met you," slips out of my mouth. My words mutter weakly, and my frozen lips shudder indefinitely.

As cold tears flow down my face—I feel your heart for me had been frozen for the past decade. I'll use my final fires, torches, and even lighters.

But in the midst of a snow storm, I'd only have one final wish—to leave my love and warmth.

Today, the sky is ready
to shed all the veils
And undress
all it's beauty.
All these dark clouds
are prepare to
pouring down
the massive drops.

The flowers, trees
and Mother Earth
silently buzzing,
Singing sweet melody
and welcoming the
Monsoon rain.

Here I'm sitting
in my room,
holding my book
in my hand,
feeling all the
richness of rain,
gently patting
the rooftop,
As the drops of rain
Sliding down on
my room's window,
my soul is start healing.
The rain is always
therapeutic for me.

Rains are not only a blessing
But a real magic.

–Humaira

wishing for calm
trying to keep it peaceful
i don't feel good, so don't start
it's a lot of bad things
don't start, i won't struggle
won't tell them ****
won't tell them
i wanna die
don't miss me, don't wish for me
make sure you outlive me
hope it goes down as g.o.d.
there'd be no me
it was god's plan
hope it was god's plan

this is a song
it’s about math
it’s not too long
i’m sure of that.

math has always
been quite fun
and you’ll never faze
the endless puns.

math can be easy
math can be hard
but it’s never cheesy
it’s never charred

well, that’s all for this poem today
but math? it’ll always be there, in a way.

even if we can’t find heaven
we get three 6s instead of 7s
i’ll walk through hell with you
i’ll find a heaven with you

the electronics of your heart
can’t stop or they won’t ever start
see how fast they fall apart
they'll always be the finest art
make sure no one has a head start
don't you dare call me a sweetheart
everything's state of the art
i'll never manage to restart
what always seems to outsmart
but your electronics, they're so ****
they don't ever need to act more smart.