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Genre: Micro verse
Theme: Privileged
Author's Note:
He/She might not say
Anything casual

Expect something
Calm to ears
Hafza Awan Sep 7
Tell me honestly
Have you not look into the mirror
stared at your eyes
recalled my words
"When I look into  your Eyes"

and smiled
every time?
Did not your eyes sparkle more?
आज तिमी
जस्तै देखे
भन्न मन थियो

म नै हो त्यो
भन्यै भने
बोल्ने शब्द थिएन
शैली : मुक्तक
विषय: यात्रा स्मृति
being of sound mind and body
I must write of the days when I was slightly ******
when I would disappear into the dark
with headphones
Dark Side of the Moon
or I Robot taking me on journeys
only I could take
my room the isolation tank
Altered States
my mind the well that echoed within
sitar vibrations of an unspoken thought
dreams the night before realized in a wave
of painted sound
when the consciousness of awake and the boundless landscape of sleep
fused with the lost chord
one was as close as one could be to God
on this plane
R Aug 21
Why do i drink so much? I ask me
Because I don’t wanna forget
I tell me
I don’t wanna forget how it feels to be happy
Don’t wanna forget how it feels to cry
Don’t wanna forget how it feels to have feelings
When i lay motionlessly under the sky
The sweet sweet taste of whiskey i sip
Makes me recall how it feels to be carefree
Reminds me it’s ok to be reckless and fall
It’s ok to have feelings
That burning alcohol
Just makes me feel free
From the shield i have created
So effortlessly
It makes me feel again
The sensation of a tear rolling down my chin
It makes me feel again
All the emotions which i now call sins
I am not romanticizing my sadness
Just telling you my story
Why i sip neat whiskey
Early in the morning
It’s not for you
I do it for me
Sip whiskey alone and try to sleep
A Simillacrum Feb 17
Knowing what I know today,
I'm torn between honesty,
and never saying anything.

Pulling from my memory,
I recall expression
as a natural efficacy
of mine.

Fill me with love again,
love as the willingness
to speak as easily as
I can accept my errs.

Knowing what I know today,
I'm torn between standing out
and fitting into the crowd.

My slightly younger self,
saw my much younger self,
thought, my far future self
wouldn't have the gall.

My slightly younger self,
saw my much younger self,
thought, my far future self
wouldn't have the gall.

I'm torn between standing out
and fitting in, and surprise,
I did say it again.
Star BG Feb 11
Do you remember when time stood still,
and inner child was front and center?
Where hours didn't exist in playgrounds sand
and voice sang in freedom daily even off key.

Do you recall when dreams carried breath,
and self danced alone with morning birds?
Where smiles came easy
and worry alluded present moments.

Do you remember when mother came
reaching to hug and sooth all wounds?
Where life seemed simple
inside fun and games.

I recall it all and pass the ball to you
to celebrate life and
it’s gift inside all phases of expansion.
Inspired by Pagan Paul a grand writer. Thank you
Badshah Khan Feb 9
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 30

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Genuinely am I worthy?

As a divine being?

No, I am unworthy.

But when I fondly recall you,

And chant your name Oh My Beloved’

I undoubtedly remain worthful,

More than divine being and Soul,

As my noble heart and regal soul carefully restored,

With your Divine love Oh My Beloved!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Melanchony, strikes,
As the words of 'morrow and yesterday
Collide with the memories of crystal years
Long gone.

Treachery, shed,
Of the eyes that held the torrents
Of black seas and drowning sailormen
Hope-filled for voyages.
Seagulls abound.

Melodies, heard,
Of the heavens up high beyond yonder
Clouds wafting in a demonic dance
Almost whispering
Almost calling
Breeze a-whistling.

Ancient walls built up with
Perspiration and efforts on the high-calling
Somewhere in the back of
One's mind.

Delicately woven with golden silks of
The past is always something melancholic and the future unknown and of hope.

Partially getting back into my stride!!! :)
Johnny walker Dec 2018
Helen and I had something so special, that of real love
a love one doesn't find every day and one doesn't
lose every
So lucky to have found her so unlucky to lose her, but so grateful for the time we had
Especially together as man and wife twenty years In all we had and I can recall every day as If we're only yesterday
Recalling every day spent together as man and wife asif
only yesterday
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