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Faded clothes,
Burnt face,
Sticky hair,
Filthy palms,
Bloodshot eyes,
Sweaty arms.

Dried throat,
Painful thighs,
Sore feet,
Divided crowd,
Pitiful players,
Swollen knuckles.

Torn hope,
Crumpled chance,
Sunned court,
Tumbling scores,
Coughing points,
Silver lining.
This is what I felt after a good match under the sun.
And there were those nights,
when we can go anywhere we want,
without worrying about the time.

Those nights when I swore,
I don't wanna end.

Those nights I promised,
I would love to be repeated,
all over again.

Those nights I can only go back to,
when I close my eyes and,
asleep or awake,
dream about.

Those nights...
There is a thousand distant suns above me.
Fragile thoughts;
Fractured dream;
Her graceful smile..
And the wounds heal.
A billion stars
A random night
I lie on the floor
Gazing the sky

A million thoughts
A random dream
I stare at the sky
Caressing the fear

A hundred defeats
A random courage
I ride on the fear
Chasing the star.
This is not my recent work. Actually, none of what I am posting these days are! I am so uninspired of late. :/

Hereafter, I will post all my previous write-ups with a "a page from my diary" tag. :)
Ambar ki aftaabi mein muskurata hai tu
Samundar ki gehrayeon se gunjtah hai tu
al-Ala As-Salām, al-ʻAziz As-Salām

Darkht ke  har patton mein lehrata hai tu
Baarish ki har boond se barasta hai tu
al-Ala As-Salām, al-ʻAziz As-Salām

Har takhayyul mein nazar aaye tera hi kalam
Innayat rahe hum pe sada tera bas karam
al-Ala As-Salām, al-ʻAziz As-Salām

Har tassavur mein hai  teri hi tasveer
Muqqamal karde ab meri bhi taqdeer
al-Ala As-Salām, al-ʻAziz As-Salām

Har nabz ke tarranum mein gun gunata hai tu
Har labz ko mere haathon se likhata hai tu
al-Ala As-Salām, al-ʻAziz As-Salām

Kabool kare meri ibadat mera ye junoon
samet le kadmo mein, mil jaye sukoon
al-Ala As-Salām, al-ʻAziz As-Salām

Translation
Your smile is in the radiance of the skies
Your sounds echo  from the depths of the ocean
the most High, source of peace, the most glorious , source of peace

You sway in every leaf of a tree
you are in every drop of the rains
the most High, source of peace, the most glorious , source of peace

behind every thought is your pen
continue to grace us always with kindness
the most High, source of peace, the most glorious , source of peace

In every portrait, I see your image
help me complete my destiny
the most High, source of peace, the most glorious , source of peace

you are the hum in the melody of every pulse
My hands are mere instruments of your every word
the most High, source of peace, the most glorious , source of peace

Accept my worship, and my fervour
absorb me into your feet, and grant me peace
the most High, source of peace, the most glorious , source of peace
Why do we possess
Such an intrusive feeling
Which crawls in our veins?
Too many deeds it constrains.

It stares behind the wall
Like a vigilant, wakeful cat
Who has spot its unaware prey.

Suddenly it streams and stays,
Paralysing its cosy habitat.
The Fear has conquered you and mauled.
Gentle drops of Love
Slide down my heart
The foggy waterfall grows
When the drops gather in one.

The reflection
Of the crystal clear lake
Which resides at the bottom
Of the heart in tears
Is formed in the retina
Of the lucid eyes.

The lake is icy and cold
When the drops are frozen
To melt again in the warmth
Under the tears of Love.
Inspired by Vangelis.
Confusion she has
Her heart is love and concern
She's bothered inside
© All Rights Reserved Dustin Matthews
As a kid time wasn't the same,
a day feelt like forever
and everything was a game.

Now I'm a ****** up adult,
in a world fast and insane,
the game now feels so occult.
Why does everything feel so strange?

Life feels like a weird insult.
Why did all things have to change?
Change is good they'll say to me,
but my craving still remains.
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