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Hello broken person,

Are you empty just like me?

Do you feel so much it hurts enough

To bring you to your knees?

Are you confused or frustrated

Over why you can never be

Someone who can find the time

To unsee what we have seen?

Hello broken person,

I am empty, and just like you

I have fought a thousand battles

And somehow made my way through

It hasn't gotten easier

I dont think it ever will

They say that time is healing,

But only time can tell

Hello broken person,

Are you empty just like me?

Have you had enough? Do you feel numb?

Are you sure you can even breathe?

Does it feel like exsanguination,

But it's coming from your heart?

Do you feel a void so big

That its tearing you apart?

Have you heard of an antidote,

Some sort of remedy?

Something that will help us out

I'm tired of being empty
what is poetry
without a tear
for the dying embers
the distant cheer
for a truth now lost
in chaotic bliss
the magic hidden
within a kiss
the whisper of love
only lovers hear
what is poetry
without a tear
9/15/18
I miss him.
I can't miss him.
But I really really do miss him.
I like him.
He doesn't like me.
But I really really do hope he likes me.
I like his touches.
I shouldn't like his touches.
But I really really want more of his touches.
I like his kiss.
I shouldn't like his kiss.
But I really really wanted more of his kisses.
I want him.
I can't have him.
But I really really do want him.
I wait for him.
I shouldn't wait for him.
But...
Maybe...
He will miss me.
He will like me.
He will like my touches.
He will like my kisses.
He will want...
Me.


My Veil of Life
Is colored with LOVE

Everyone insists, but...
How can I remove YOUR LOVE
From my life's colors?

How can I face the world
That looks down on my LOVE?

How can I go back home
Who insults me for LOVING?

How can I look into the eyes
Of the world that
Humiliates my LOVING YOU?

The society calls
My life sinful
Just because I LOVE YOU

Yet for the first time
I feel blessed of being really "born"
Since our LOVE happened

Since OUR LOVE happened
I've forgotten everything about
Life, living and work

Since OUR LOVE happened
I've forgotten the vows and
Promises I took to earn
Success, status & wealth

My eyes are set on my BELOVEDz
Now how the world expects me to
Toe the line of their
Rules, laws and traditions?

Today I say this to the world:

Life is sinful without LOVE
This life has only taught me
Illusion and delusion of living

It is YOUR LOVE...
That freed me up from fear
That taught me to REBEL
Against the cruel enslaving world
Against my own self - EGO "I"

In our LOVE, we stand together
In our LOVE, we stand tall
In our LOVE, we got a spine
In our LOVE, we self-introspect
Within each other's SOUL

Our veils of Life
Is colored with OUR LOVE

Let us splash our life
With RAINBOW colors of Our LOVE




Bottles of cheap bliss
drown out lugubrious sadness
replaced with bottles of ****
in this festering den of madness

at least there’s paradise in my poems
at least there’s a clean bed in my dreams
at least in those spaces I’m in your arms
at least I’m happy bathing in the moonbeam

surround by a fetid smell
with a lack of care for myself,
is my hunger even quelled
when there’s no food left on the shelf?

a roach skitters across a pile of clothes
my temporary friend that I confide in
he speaks, “Here is what I propose.
Stop thinking that you are a has been

get off your *** and clean this mess
unless you want more of my kin
stop ******* at the bottle is what I suggest
and have a little victory, a little win

you don’t have to live”

Squish

“Funny how you can survive a nuke
but not my tiny bare foot,
well you pest, there’s my rebuke
how’s it feel to be ground to soot?”

“What am I doing with my life?
Maybe the cockroach was right.”
Kerbala I weep bitterly still,
Thousands in numbers for a meagre few to ****,
For the injustice meted out 1400 years ago,
To enforce allegiance  and satisfy their ego
Kerbala I weep bitterly still,
For the innocent who had done no ill,
Where Hussain stood against injustice and oppression,
Against undue aggression.
Kerbala I weep bitterly still,
Tears of blood my eyes fill,
Where Hussain's seventy-two kinsmen were slain on the scorching sand,
Hardships and cruelties they were ready to withstand,
Denied food and water for three days,
Ready to die in Allah's ways.
Kerbala I weep bitterly still,
My tears continue to spill,
When I listen to the orator,
How Hussain's six month son was denied water,
Instead pierced to death with a three headed arrow,
Which a father from the neck had to withdraw.
How Hussain's brother's hands
were severed and he was killed because he took water from R.Euphrates in a *** for his niece,
A brother who emanated love and peace.
How they battered to death  Hussain's eighteen year old son, an exact resemblance of Prophet Muhammed(SAW),
Prime in his youth,a great sorrow
Kerbala I weep bitterly still,
My tears continue to spill
How Hussain was slain,
On the scorching sand,
Without food and water,
With 999 wounds,blood splurting
out of all parts of his body, to be slaughtered,
Forty thousand army raining arrows at him from all directions,
Blood blurring his vision
He, Hussain alone, unable to move a limb,
A target to satisfy their whims
Some threw stones, some pierced spears and others wounded him with axes,
The leader kicked Hussain and tried to slaughter his neck with a blunt knife,
Not that way, you cannot take my life,
And Hussain said,"Let me prostrate before Allah and pray for forgiveness for my people,
Wounded and feeble,
With an inner strength Hussain heaved himself and gave the last Sajda(prostation),
The enemy severed off his head from his body without hesitation.
Hussain kept his promise to his grandfather to sacrifice his head for Islam,
That day the skies, earth and nature wept bitterly for Hussain(Alai Salam).
Who would not?
The tragedy of Kerbala would evoke deep grief even in the heedless.
The martyrdom of Imam Hussain was the worst tragedy on Earth.A mere 72 among which an infant, a child of 11years ,a youth , an aged of 90 years against an army of 40000 who got pleasure in annihilating  Hussain and his followers.
So many strange fruits,
       In the streets.
Black bodies living in the sewers
Africans hanging from the apple trees,
Used needles on concrete,
Blood has a new home build with tears,
It's sad to say,
It's sad to say,
Children are born here.
They wonder why life became so rotten.


©MH
 Sep 2018 Mohamed Nasir
Aslam M
Silence followed by Silence
Absolute  horrifying ambience.
The Truth was just revealed.  
Relationship just got sealed.
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