"sweara" poems
I was living in the dark,
With dancing demons around.
Hopes and butterflies,
None i found.
Even the dark ; extinguished the stars.
I was astound.
And then,
So bright and magnificent,
The moon unveiled.
With many scars,
But still a beauty mark.
Frightened the fear away.
And enlightened the stars.
'Who are you' as I asked;
Replied: 'Your other half.'
~Sweara Ahmed~
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC
Don't tell her stories
Of hopes or lights.
For her;
These are just pretty lies.
Darkness is where she belongs.
Wearing the crown...sitting on throne.
Thy worship her...coz' she's the goddess.
In front of her, demons gather in throngs.
~Sweara Ahmed~
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC