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Shameen Jul 2019
The shadows on the wall,
They make you succumb to the call
Of their originating source,
And ebb takes you to the flow:
You relive bright memories
With the taste of burnt coffee
And shades of evening, sprawling on all -
You relive the bright memories
To mitigate the eternal maul.
Absorbed in the twinkle of a tear drop,
A rueful smile dances on the confines of lips,
The passing youth carries a sorrowful hint:
Shadows linger just down the hearty hall.
And shared caffeine actually tasted better...
Shameen Mar 2019
And where do I stand in the lot?
Among those heavily pregnant pensive thoughts,
Where the romanticized version of me is readily bought
And real me is left, to be consumed like burning logs;
Further fattening a franchise of my aesthic bog...
What brand of me actually live in your thoughts?
Shameen Mar 2019
Your sky and my earth met briefly,
Horizon is an illusion, after all!
Shameen Mar 2019
I like the poison of unsaid words flowing in my veins. Its very benign but constant pinch subdues the knot of death in me. "I have to say this", "it is yet to be said"; the sublime boil of blood says this at every miniscule turn beneath my skin as if warmth tries to tell beads on cold air. Yin and yan meet and I continue on breathing, betting my everything on an uncertain moment in a distant future. What an absurd thing a human is!
Shameen Feb 2019
I want to meet that little girl
Who smiled and persevered for 7 years
I want to meet that little girl
Whose 7th birthday didn't go so well
I want to meet that little girl
Whose 8th year on earth,
Lifted the mask off men.
I want to meet that little girl
Who bled between her legs in 8th year.
I want to meet that little girl
Who, by her 8th birthday, didn't even want to meet herself!
Shameen Feb 2019
She
In my memory, she smells like ancient mistletoe and nostalgia of the flight of last fluff parting with its dandelion. She's everything that's anomalously beautiful.
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