Umama iqbal

Umama iqbal May 2018

She felt him holding her hands
She felt him beside her
She felt him on her bed, playing with her hair

The twinkling stars and shining sky
Everything was so beautiful and serene

She was feeling all that love
All that love which was only for her
But she wasn't aware that when she will open her eyes
When she will wakeup from that peaceful sleep
It will just turn to a dream
A beautiful dream only

She woke up ! She opened her eyes
She cried, she screamed, she lost herself again

For that one peaceful moment
For that one peaceful sleep
She slept again and never woke up

She was gone with the sunrise
Because it was the only way to get him back by her side ♡

May 2018

Semicolon

Daisies

DAISIES

Will you walk through the daisies with me,

while the moonlight wraps us

in a cold huddle,

making us feel at home?

We can walk barefoot

through the flowers,

while the grass tickles our toes.

We can lay down

and look up at the sky,

while humming your

favourite song.

I can pluck the stars

and sew them into your hair.

I can make you a tiara

out of all the wishes

which the shooting stars carry.

I can lasso the moon

and fix her into your eyes.

I can capture the hush of the night,

and place it in your smile.

We can talk about nothing,

yet everything.

We can be alone

with each other.

We can get lost.

Will you walk through the daisies with me?

Give me your hand, and we can run down the fields, love each other more than the daisies.

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Umama iqbal May 2018

She was gone by the sunshine

She was running
Running away from the past

She was chased
Chased by yesterday

She was hiding herself
Hiding herself from the world

She was haunted
Haunted by the memories

She was scared
Scared of the never healing wounds inside her

She was crying
Crying by the regret

She was gone
Gone by the sunrise

Umama iqbal May 2018

She survived

Years and years ago she was all shattered,
Her heart was broken into pieces,
Each piece was a reminder related to her past.

But She survived, she pretended and she moved on.

Deep down inside her, each piece ached,
Deep down her wounds were not healing,
Every scar was telling a new story,
Every story was making her weak,

But She survived, she pretended and she moved on.

Deep down she was crying,
Screaming from the pain of never healing wounds,
She was trying to bring the broken parts back again, but scars never disappeared.

But She survived, she pretended and she moved on.

Every story inside her was leaving traces in her innocent soul,
Prints which will always make her cry from regret,
Prints which will then be a reminder of her past,
Prints which will hold her innocent soul and never leave.

But She survived, she pretended and she moved on.

Umama iqbal May 2018

Please remember

Please remember
Later when you think of me ever

Please remember
I didn't want you to leave

Please remember later when you realise I'm gone
That i wanted to stay always

Please remember you did nothing to stop me
You watched me while going
Please remember
You watched me crying

Please remember you could have stopped me you could have come back to me

Please remember how hard I tried to stop you
But you left my hand without realising how I will face things without holding your hand

Please remember now if you ever come back
You will see a lost dead soul and nothing more !

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