talk to them,
but never trust them,

she was a warrior,
fighting every demon against her,
she never learnt to bow before pain,

she was an artist,
painting happiness in everyone's life,
pouring love even when her own heart was experiencing rain,

she was a healer,
curing every sick heart,
just by touch of her gentle hand,

she was a lover,
loving every moment of her life,
the blooming flowers as well as the grains of sand......

fairy lights hanging on the walls of circus,
sweet music,nice colours,talented acrobats,
a man dressed in red and white,
with his smile shining bright,
a little red lipstick,
and a little white under the eyes,
kids feared him,
for them he was scary,
adults laughed at him,
as they found him funny,
i sat and gazed,
after hearing his jokes,
noticing one thing i was amazed,
i saw his bright smile,
hid his glistened eyes,
behind that funny face,
was a clown,
fighting withing with pain,
that day i realized,
not all those who laugh ,
are happy and,
all those who don't cry are sad.............
-memoona kazmi

and if you can't be a cure,
you have no rights to unleash my wounds........

some flowers aren't meant to bloom fully,
they are plucked so early,
some waves aren't made to surf,
they die too early,
some eggs aren't meant to fertilize,
they are stolen so early,
i guess i wasnt meant to be loved deeply,
that's why you left so early..........

i know this hurts,
but i guess i'll hold onto your memories forever

i know the pieces of broken glass will hurt,
but who cares?

i know this road leads to destruction,
but who cares?

i know jumping from this cliff will break my bones,
but who cares?

i know you will hurt me in every possible way,
but who cares?