Hawa - Hello Poetry

Hawa May 2020

Make-Up

I put on all the makeup in my bag - Liner, Mascara, lipstick, foundation.
Cake it all UP.
Layers on layers.
Until I am covered to the extent that I cannot find myself.
Because I like ME only
with my makeup on and I don't feel like the same person who I am after putting it all.

Hawa May 2020

??

Who's is this Love which is keeping me Alive?

If all I have is you and then you leave me, what am I left with?

Is it still good to feel, if your feelings are slowly consuming you from inside?

Am I procrastinating or am I scared of failing yet again?

Why do I have all questions and no answers?

Do we really get any answers? I read it in a book that gradually we just start having better questions.

Hawa May 2020

Some words

Some wretched words in the English language:
Okay.
Almost.
Fine.
Unlove.

Hawa May 2020

Worth

With all this, which I am ready to do.
And all that I am willing to sacrifice.

Is it going to be worth, what I receive?

Hawa Apr 2020

All

Ever want to learn to fly and be a part of the wind?
Ever want to learn swimming and be through the ocean, like the drop?
Ever want to sway like the trees and be selfless?
Or be as steadfast as the mountains?
Be as melodious as the nightingale or
As deadly as the bat in a soup?

But birds can only fly, a drop can only be a part of water.
Trees can't move, mountains are something we dig up.
nightingale can only sing or the bat can only ****.

What about the rest?
Rest of it all.
All of the rest.

The nothingness of everything, ending into something.

How could you be ALL?
While aiming for nothingness.

Ever want to die? - because this life is too short for you to be finishing up everything.

So you decide to complete everything at once by letting it go.

Hawa Apr 2020

Catalysts

If death is my final chemical reaction,
In the experiment called LIFE.

Slitting wrists,
Hanging on the fan,
Drinking poison

and All......

Aren't all just the Catalysts?

Hawa Apr 2020

Devil

That pretty face with huge brown eyes,
The petit frame and soft voice,
The epitome of cleanliness and an exact mix of shyness and spice.

That immaculately done nail,
With the ladylike perfume smell.
Enchanting! Is she even human? I couldn't tell.

Perfectly fringed hair,
Walking all over with her "Belle Air"
If someone crosses her path, she wouldn't spare.

The aromatic smell of the delicious food she would cook,
Oh! I never knew The Devil could be so good.

I read it somewhere that Devil doesn't come in red horns and black cape, but it comes in the form of everything you ever yearned for.

#devil #covet #beautiful #enchanting