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memoona kazmi Feb 2019
we all are in a journey,
a journey of self,
journey of forage,
we all are craving for us,
craving for real us,
and the journey,
seems to continue,
until we find someone,
on the same path,
with same notion,
the one we can communicate,
not through words,
but by silence
by eyes,
and that moment
we realize,
they aren't any other person,
they were the parts of our own soul,
split up by GOD,
to keep us in a journey,
journey of self.....
Hunger Feb 2019
{|:|::|:|}
I am writer,
|::|
I am not a fighter,
|::|
But the pen is stronger than the sword,
|::|
and spilling blood isn't as powerful as a single word,
|::|
Fear that of which the writer will write,
|::|
Cause the writer is always right,
|::|
And his knowledge is what you think of till the end of the night.
{|:|::|:|}
THE WRITER
annh Feb 2019
You are sanctuary and storm,
Fuel, fire, and regret;
My strength and my weakness,
My beginning and end.

The spring to my fall,
My summer's play, my winter's rest;
You are light, you are shade,
Moonrise and moonset.
'I barely know him. I guess that is every relationship. You start with nothing and maybe end with everything.'
- Adam Silvera
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