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Batool Aug 2015
All she wanted was to
cry her heart out
but her stubbornness
never allowed her
to shed a single tear
so she changed
her eyes turned into
deep blue oceans
holding their stroms with in
appearing so calm and smooth
her saltish smile
sweeter than honey
never reached her eyes
anymore
her laughter was like
waves smashing
against a glass wall
she reeked sadness
intoxicating millions hearts
who dared to inhale her scent
she was a broken witch
yet they were all under her
everlasting spell !!
Batool Aug 2015
One early morning,
standing on the seashore,
facing the horizon,
watching the sun rise,
aware of the waves making the wet
sand move under her feet as they
leave after kissing her feet ...
The saltish air adding to the
heaviness of atmosphere ..
Feeling the early morning breeze
cold against her pale face...
Staring at infinity ...
Folding her arms across her chest,
inhaling deeply, closing her eyes ...
ignoring the only rebellious tear
rolling down her cheek,
she made her decision ...
To be strong ...
To face reality ...
To smile ...
To shine ...
Leaving her soul to drown in deep
blue sea as she walked away to face
life.
Rubab Bashir Jun 2016
A girl has been killed in name of honor!
Somewhere amidst of middle east, behind serene pyramids and sand dunes, almost all females are enduring genital mutilation
Somewhere in a corner of world, behind a trash bin,under showering street lights, a teenage girl is hiding from a ******.
While in another place a girl is executing her death for she has already been ***** countless times
A death bed is already prepared for a girl in west bengal on wearing jeans in college.
Somewhere there is a girl who is ready to be sold off by her father unaware of situation just happy to wear a new dress with matching bangles.
There is a girl, wishing on a star that may night never passes and day breaks for she is afraid to be in university due to constant harassment and bullies
There is a mother out there who is beaten to death every night by her better half, she sobs herself to sleep yet wakes up in mid night to feed her child. And that child intakes that milk full of saltish tears, bruised breast and broken ribs.
These are constant struggles of females in every state, region and city.
Even after enduring all such things Women are called weak souls.
Women, everywhere, are left to interpretation of a man.
If we all human beings are equal in the eyes of creator then why aren't we, as females, infront of world?
To the females,
it's unbelievable really, why are we not more outraged?? Is fight all about masculinity?? that's why there is so much reckless endurance!!
To the males,
before considering us a girl, sister, friend or mother kindly consider us a human being. That's all we really want.
We can earn better, live better if you,all male out there, would let us do so! And please stop keeping an eye on us!! Half of problems would be solved if you guys stop eyeing us
Sk Abdul Aziz Mar 2016
I've really missed you
These days without you were so hard to live
I have cried so much
Everyday as the tears streamed down my face
And slowly met my lips
And then seeped through into my mouth
I felt so very saltish
And i just hated it
Now that you're back
Please do me a favour
Kiss me and make my mouth taste sweet again
I wanna get lost in you
Don't hold back tonight
Every inch of me is longing for you
These sheets haven't seen anything for months
Let's mess them up tonight
taylor Dec 2019
that ramshackled wax house situated in the lonely ‘Sticks,
where flocks of muddle-minded sheep would whimper,
this obscure grove you attempted escaping to for it only to retreat infinitely further,
birds shrill that knee-knocking prayers were not to heal your sickness,
leaden dirt kicked up in the driveway by his stuttering pick-up truck,
    his hefty-booted footsteps cracking warnings,
two folks roosting there,
    they skimp along on scanty paychecks,
    when’s the last time you spruced up?
hushed deeds done behind doors, back porches, piddling sheep ranching, 9-to-5 waitressing,
a domestic trophy, coaxing you to product with a simper or an act on her knees,
a bride of winsome nineteen
from a limited nuclear family yet disowned as an unfaithful *****  for hobnobbing with the riff raff,
traded names to be a ‘Cherry’, unbecoming displays of skin, hootin’-hollerin’, shake her fist to the Heavens and toss her mane, sneering and bad-mouthing, rebellious attitudes of subsisting on the ‘wild’ aspect of life,
did you think you could your persist youthful life negligently forever?
psychotically ‘steadfast’ to her brutish man,
RIDE OR DIE!                    hard whiskey, cigarettes, and phone calls,
he narrates her stories, she sings delusioned hymns,
their day comprising of blackberry kisses and black coffee grippings,
of bitten bottom lips and benign bruises,
    violet caressing her inner thighs, unbuckled passion to the eye,
                        pose on his knee, crooked grins
dancing for him in wiry linen lingeries, to strut her lithe yielding legs,
                          straddle her in-between those hush sheets,
                                    one hot breath,
does he flinch when she first handles him unexpectedly? does he gaze into distances far and mumbles abstractedly?
       “No one will love you like I do.”
    spoiled excess wool in wicker baskets,
                         does she stash a packed suitcase beneath the bed?
                         red lipstick,
                                        polished pistol,
                                       hotdishes,
to you, the lamb of which she stalked,
    what transfixed you? was it her beggar puppy eyes or the muscled haunches? some boyish fantasy for a mature woman who you observed sunbathing on her lawnside?
                he had that lean meat where his sighings exhibiting his ribs,
                that fond, innocent sense desiring a mother-figure,
you met her under the hollowing light of the street lamp,
what meager knowledge of each other did they know? she cannot fulfill her promise to whisk you away to coasts free,
        soaking the laid-towels in fields, a rhythmic guidance for the inexperienced,
did she think of him instead, preferred? and a warm bed?                                         preoccupied,
caught! in the act of entanglement,
did they hear the din? his baleful bark? your blanched bleat?
springing in defense, muddied soles as tangible sins,
his flash-fire eyes, pulsing veins with an envious rage,
a preaching of her ****, his fractured heart, love so sacred one can NEVER betray the boundaries,
did he clench his hands around her throat? oh!
his demands that he pronounced! **** you with the pistol he brandished zealously,
MANDATORY!
          Moon as my witness,
                            who was your Savior in that moment? where was your merited divine intervention?
but slow of action, faint of heart, grasping her hands he forced the weapon, he plyed her finger to pull the trigger,
             the lamb’s final shallow breath, the hounds smacking their ****** gums,
one cold breath,
The snow must have felt blistering,
how frightened she became, alter her standpoint,
but she could flee as she thirsted! the yank! the ******! to the ground,
                    the punishing baseball bat to ******* her legs,
dousing, saltish tears, rouge lips gasping, sporadically whimpering between bitter laughter,
his hand on her neck skimming gradually, gracefully, between her blades, warm,
gingerly cradling her, splintering voice, apologies like flurries,
            that day summer’s day when they first married in front of the grove,
         she remembers her billowing linen dress, the way they waltzed in lush grass,
                                would the world chasm off beyond?
        he would kiss her again in precisely the same manner as once before,
fall desperately in love with him, firm, truely steadfast, unpacking her suitcase,  
mosey back towards that lit house of wax, that far-flung street lamp and the dispersed sheep,
“Take me home.”        
                                “No one will love you like I do.”

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