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Vafa Batool Jul 2016
Wading through unknown waters,
Wearily
Losing the power to fight
I held on to your grip
Hoping you’d hold me against surging torrents
But you only pushed me further into the currents.
Vafa Batool Jul 2016
My mind is a wreck again today, but i didn't think about you.
I didn't need you.
moving on seems difficult when your feelings are still fresh, but once you're on the train of progress, there's no looking back.
Vafa Batool Jul 2016
I was waiting on a junction,
Every path meeting at one point,
While dispersing out in all directions.
In the wilderness of possibilities,
I was a just confused little girl
Taken back, tugging to my mommy’s *****.
Who knew I would have to make choices
When the outcome is only disaster
What does it matter then
If I choose the yonder or farther route
For I will end up deranged whatever path I take.
when doubt starts to set in, i endeavor to make sure the paper and ink take a fair share of it from me.
Vafa Batool Jun 2016
You are me and I, you.
If we are of the same kind,
Why then do I see colours,
Where you see only black?
If the sun shines equally on both of us,
Why then does it leave me happy at night,
And you sad?
We’re from one progeny,
Why then do you feel so lost,
And I with a clear path ahead?
#conundrum #struggling #poetryrelief
  Dec 2015 Vafa Batool
Sylvia Plath
Kindness glides about my house.
Dame Kindness, she is so nice!
The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke
In the windows, the mirrors
Are filling with smiles.

What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit's cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.
Sugar can cure everything, so Kindness says.
Sugar is a necessary fluid,

Its crystals a little poultice.
O kindness, kindness
Sweetly picking up pieces!
My Japanese silks, desperate butterflies,
May be pinned any minute, anesthetized.

And here you come, with a cup of tea
Wreathed in steam.
The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.
You hand me two children, two roses.
  Nov 2015 Vafa Batool
Kj
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
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