I understand.
That you are frustrated.
Alone like a dot.
In the puzzle of your routine.
I know.
How thoughts can become clocks.
The terrifying performance of repeat.
I share it.
Your idea of total estrangement.
Blonde avenues without a silver soul.
I believe you.
Those sharp ideas to break free.
To be ruled by pure impulse.
I’ve got your back.
That plan to draw meaning.
To assist others to pleasure.
I realize that too.
That you’re at the edge of the night.
That you’ve got goosebumps as stars on your skin.
I do not deny it.
The vastness of every unused minute.
Cold, the cold bored instant.
I share your opposition.
To the lake of doubt that drowns the hope.
To the ache of death that drives the howl.
I understand.
How small a part of life can sting.
I know.
That you are frustrated.
Alone like a dot  .

under one roof
were the dreams,
was the beginning
when love was in bloom
under one roof
we loved and lived,
we touched and kissed,
we laughed with kids
under one roof
but then we strayed
from the dreams we saw
the boundaries we laid
under one roof
but we try to compromise
even when love dies
and the worse times arrive
under one roof
and I may have wronged
but I still long
to have a strong bond
under one roof
so please for our family's sake
the future of kids is at skate
let us happily stay
under one roof

© Ali Ashraf

We were together for years
We sat beside each other for months                  
We talked for days
We shared the lunches
We fought at times
But that didn't lasted for long

Everything was normal between us
Until someone announced the day of farewell
I felt a panic in heart
But didn't knew for what
I do know that the situation must have been  same at the other  end

But we did figured it out
It was the fear of separation
The farewell could have been same as it was for other
But Condition wasn't similar between we two
Because we knew the fact
That there will be many years
Between this day and the day when we will meet next

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I dreamt of you, walking through a thick fog
towards me, coming slow with flowers in your hand
this city is draped in a heavy air
early morning, I wake in bed alone
and the timid dawn slowly pulls me back to life

we hardly mumble to each other as we pass