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 Mar 2021 Hafsa S
Nomen
Verbosity
 Mar 2021 Hafsa S
Nomen
Strange days of boredom
Oddly flavored
Typical, worn out...
And hardly favored
Routine
What is necessary
Camouflaged verbiage
Made playfully literary
& some approximation
Made writ and authoritarian
That's all the information
Fit for publication
 Mar 2021 Hafsa S
ultraviolet
It was a bad day, wasn't it?

It could've been worst but it was not, so take a rest and let's get it together, shall we?
 Feb 2021 Hafsa S
Leigh Jacobson
A familiar stranger
knocked on my door
and asked "Are you the one
I've known before?"

The face of this heart
It stared at me
Through my net of
pain and disharmony

I'm here it's me
I scream in despair
don't leave me
for I'm still in here.

Let me in she said
I am the one you knew
You see we have  
lots of work to do.

To fix the wounds
the tears and tatters
to rest and talk
Nothing else matters.

I relented with tears
admitting the pain
to grow and repair
So that I remain

Much time we spent
together you see
Getting to know each other
myself and me.

I'll never let
the world take away
Myself again
NOT TODAY!
When we put our worth into others we get lost.
 Feb 2021 Hafsa S
Sjr1000
Can you tell me
please
which way now is home
I used to know, my dear
The way was clear
There was no fear

Tying my walking shoes
I knew I needed to get clear of here
thought I'd find
all that was dear

The road though, it is narrow
The cliff it is shear
My balance is
woozy

Can you tell me my dear

which way is home
which way do I go from here,
I think I oughta know
But the hills they are wavering
The ocean is in turmoil
The mountains are slick
far too dangerous

The desert has no mercy

I know something and with this knowledge
I think I must be cursed
I think I have it
Peace & Home
goes and comes
and comes and goes.
 Feb 2021 Hafsa S
Rumi
I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come

I’m *******
in the prison
which has yet to exist



Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate



Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk



Not having entered
the battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain



I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality



Like the shadow
I am

And

I am not
 Feb 2021 Hafsa S
Hooria Iftikhar
Tears are words that need to be written....!
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