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May 2020 · 105
Destiny
Noor Fatima May 2020
Raison d'etre for each other
Destiny ruled
Only capitulated to death
Epitaphs read
May 2020 · 103
Moth
Noor Fatima May 2020
Her halo
Drived him crazy
Like moth
He was burnt
May 2020 · 137
Inferno
Noor Fatima May 2020
Dissatisfaction rising to crescendo
Insatiable desires' raging inferno
The more comfort we gain,
the more we lose the game
In horrid ignorance, we wallow
Donot succumb to raging desires
May 2020 · 205
Far off
Noor Fatima May 2020
Let's build
Hacienda in cockaigne
Unfurl fantasy
Poltergeist begone
You and I
Eternal beatitude
May 2020 · 112
Boundless
Noor Fatima May 2020
Such a painful antic it is.
People reigned by sweltering
avarice. No inner satisfied.
Sabotaged by blemishes. Far
apart from the soul's voice.
Unaware, missing forest for
trees. Soul is not that binds.
Boundless you were, too.
Tenebrous restraining milieu!
As the twig is bent, so shall
the tree grow. Building
transient haciendas out
of pride. Ego concealing
the inner side. You, the
Architect of your destiny.
Yourself decide. Tap the
energy residing inside,
lest you should subside.
Chew over the living dream,
dwell on eternal life. Still
your presence. Listen to
silent cadence.The more
the voids increase, the
more the bliss you feel.
May 2020 · 95
Demons
Noor Fatima May 2020
That faith or fear,
Heaven or hell,
Your dispositions.
Feeding on you.
Carress your angel,
Demon'll subdue.
Louden your courage,
Poltergeist'll squelch.
Demons, not above
your head. You,
a conduit to soul.
You embossom
universe.
Demons are not above you
Apr 2020 · 161
That Goddess
Noor Fatima Apr 2020
Oh you the daughter of eve,
Sister of mine, let's not discuss
about pain tonight. Eminence of
you can't be undermined. You, the
centre of existence. Masked by
indifference, an epitome of love
hidden behind. Your skin's golden
hues, sun can't hold a candle to.
Beguiling is your pensive face.
Your serenity envied by the doves.
Supplications - your words,
reverbrating the court above.
With a lioness gait, you crush
that dismay. Wear valor as
your cacoon. Your mesmerizing
aura, like a magical spell.
Your trust, a life to barren dreams.
You, a panacea to everything.
Your gentleness belying your
strength. Farther are the fears,
trembling with awe. Untethered by
critique, are your abilities. You,
a versatile being. Who wrangles
with you, is perplexed by his inner
disputes. Who abondons you, destiny
desolates him too. Worries that
occupied, were they worthwhile?
You as delicate as beetle's wing
Stooping with burden? That's not
your thing. Never accede to that
degrades your esteem, for you are
a fairy of dreams. You, the crown
of a king. You, a goddess of life,
this world but a slave of thine.
Mark my words. Even if I depart.
I believe you are mashal to
your darkest path.
Glorify yourself, beyond any right or wrong.
Apr 2020 · 110
The message I love to type
Noor Fatima Apr 2020
Would that your tears, I could wipe.
Or that offender, I could stripe.
Would do whatever you like.
Just to make you alright.
Apr 2020 · 332
At the precipice of havoc
Noor Fatima Apr 2020
Miserable I am, stucked.
My mind's wynds, entwined.
Inside burning, being indecisive.
Attempted to decipher, all in vain.
A maze unsolved; the unsaid pain
Perplexed **** thoughts' umbra
Darking in pursuit of seeking.
The more they amalgamate;
the more I Separate
Wretched. Same do all bear?
Distracted by despair;
I ended up nowhere.
Apr 2020 · 114
Awake not awake
Noor Fatima Apr 2020
Entered a place, unseen.
While connected to soul
deep down.
Travelled a long distance;
but not weary.
Probably to see her beloved;
she came forth.
Her serene presence of a black hole, beseeched.
Struck with inner conflict,
Not a single frown on.
People with eerie laughter
keeping an eagle eye on.
Morosely pored, if to ask or not?
Mounted up courage,
not to forlorn
"What's the name of this place?"
Everyone laughed, as if
they knew naught.
Striving to see behind the curtain.
Wouldn't catch up this time too or
Had to go much farther, was true?
Got demons after? Or emotionally ambivalent?
Sought out till filled with light.
Was rescued.
Let it be a dream, concoction or reality...
Who knows?

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