#nofaith
आज खुद को किया खुदा से आज़ाद
ना माँगेंगे भीक ना करेंगे फ़रियाद
आज़ादी के जश्न में भी दिल में ये दुविधा
खुदा ने बनाया इंसान या इंसान ने खुदा?
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
Lone wolf,
In the storm.
Howling a broken melody,
Uncertain where to trek.
Uncertain of herself.
She plays strong,
She plays cool.
She plays wise.
Inside,
She knows.
She's broken.
Scarred.
Trying to reach,
That hand outstretched.
Trying to pull her into his arms.
He's trying to understand.
She's trying to explain.
Why it happens...
Why she's broken..
She can't explain,
Life just pushed her down.
Into the darkest hole,
It could find.
He's trying to save her,
She's trying to save him.
Not herself.
She doesn't think about herself,
Maybe that's the issue.
The burden she has.
The anxiety,
The mistrust.
It's all because,
Those she thought.
Could be trusted.
...couldn't...
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
Sunday is church day
said childhood, Mum and Mr. Jesus
I agree
said university days, a late night and a hangover
Sunday is a day of rest,
and there are many ways to keep the faith,
like staying in bed.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
there's a man
throwing pennies
up up in the air
heads or tail, yes or no
copper distraught
met silver uncertainty
wondering when will
gold find their way
metal in our blood
trouble magnet they say
isn't that what we're built for?
crystal clear, we'll never be
too muddled with impurities
but that's okay,
good samaritans are dead anyway
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
Honesty was always,
the best policy
Now I've come to learn,
that in reality.
The truth
will always hurt
You are better off,
lying, deceiving and hiding.
Honesty isn't and never will be,
the best policy.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
A black ball of grime,
two legs sticking out
of the top.
Gooey and all covered
in slime, it's silently bleeding
and cannot stop will not stop.
Farrell the adventures,
Farwell the friends that made
his arial travels shorter,
his stare is not with us
anymore he has forgot
whatever friends there ever was
Dead Pigeon.
Tossed like a pile of ****
ran over a couple dozen of times
by tires and people's kicks.
But he is dead he just won't react,
someone please do something!
Dead Pigeon.
The bird deserves a burial
he is calling at me
with his glossy eyes:
asking me to help
but I can't
Dead Pigeon
But he still lives!
His eyes, veiled,
bloodshot and black,
point at the gutter as if to say:
Oh the Horror! The Horror!
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
You can only question,
The methods above,
When they take the soul,
Of someone you love,
When criminal's live,
To repeat each breath,
Spreading all fear,
Avoiding death,
We mourn the past,
Robbed of our time,
A happy future,
Tortured by crime,
We pray in vain,
To bring them back,
Your silent response,
The comfort you lack,
Grief eats me alive,
As anger resides,
Vengeance is real,
Life for a life,
No remorse,
For my actions taken,
A son of no cross,
Forever forsaken.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC