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Oct 3 · 51
Right Night
In retrospect, I regret this choice.

Years ago, I made it.

And years have passed.

My heart is beating, still fast.

I am no way closer,

I'm yet to have closure.

All the boring bits aside.

In you, I am trusting to confide.

'twas a longer journey than usual.

so I summoned a supernatural.

Puny desires on my mind so I stooped to this.

Didn’t think about the toll, I made hollow promises.

Smothered my craving and I wished to doze off.

In my sweet dreams, I rode a tiny giraffe.

Started out really small, my verses are expanding

Oxymoronic hell is so cold yet I am burning

Toll paying is so near, I’m only feeling fear

My judgement is so clouded, I cannot steer clear.


In retrospect, I regret this choice.

Years ago, I made it.


I wish I had found the right night.

A kinder sprite would have fought off my plight.

Rather, I got to meet the troll.

No way out, now I gotta pay the toll.

I wish I had found the right night.

My spirit would have been just right.
Feb 2020 · 245
Fears Stretched
Usama Firdous Feb 2020
If only it is meant to happen

No persuasion will bring a hindrance.


Pain is subjective, sorrows are possessed

Light aches my eyes, in the dark I am depressed


Insomnia bothers me, maybe I should curse it.

I should not swallow the bitter, maybe just spit.



It wasn’t a matter of months, but my wishes took so long

Thoughts beyond west of the west but emotions don’t go so long


In spite of respite, desolate notions are still popping

Worst is to happen, nothing is for stopping.
see me here as well.
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Feb 2020 · 147
Lazy Poem
Usama Firdous Feb 2020
Lazy moments,
how deceptive are they?

Hard to live through,
yet pleasant when I recall

All look better,
when

I put it under
layers of time
Feb 2020 · 130
Seeking Answers
Usama Firdous Feb 2020
Don't you shy now.
You preach love
but why does it posses a dogma?

No acceptance, lenience for my ways.
Why is my affection heretic to you?
But your devotion to the self raise no brow.

— The End —