Each day, I’d wait
To savour your voice
Speaking of little things
That hardly mattered…
When you spoke of
Your undying love
For another,
My heart shattered.
Still I listened
Because,
Even then,
Only you mattered.
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Tag: Pain
Because Everyone has a Story
This story is now part of a short-story collection. I will share the links soon.
The Star
Under the stars,
You sit on your knees,
Hold my hand,
And beg me return,
Promising eternity again.
Other nights,
You shout profanities,
Ordering me to leave again.
Everytime
I wake up
Drenched in tears,
Wishing these nightmares away.
You still star in my dreams,
My love…
The Road
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
The Forsaken
And there she sat on the rock
In middle of nowhere,
Awaiting her sailor
To return home,
Till she turned
To stone.
Typical!
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Dark Wish
My love,
I wish you
Pimples,
Dark spots,
And stretch marks,
So that
You wouldn’t judge me.
The Stargazer
He sat on the riverside gazing at the sky while crushing sand in his hands anxiously. The night was almost over but she wasn’t here yet.
The light of dawn revealed his swollen cheeks, a black eye and a bag with all his belongings while he still waited for the star that did not fall that night…
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Aftermath
He woke up and took cover. His shirt was drenched in sweat and his breathing laboured. As he heard the gunshots again closeby, he groped in the dark for his gun but couldn’t find it.
A body lay on the bed. Was that a friend or foe? Where was that damned gun?
The body spoke, “Honey, come back on bed. The war got over five years back. You’re home.” Her voice was calm as always. But she was hesitating from touching him, afraid of his reflex response.
He knew her. Then her face came back in focus as, once again, she pulled him back from his personal hell, just like every night…
Feeler: New Poetry Site
Hi All,
A friend and I have started a new site on traditional Urdu Poetry called Shayari. Please visit the site and let me know if you would like to see more of it through reblogs.
https://almightyandme.wordpress.com/2019/10/29/koshish
Main roz kai khwaisho ko apne andar dafan karta hu.
Jeena toh chahta nahi, par roz koshish zaror karta hu.
Translation:
I bury my desires within everyday.
Don’t wish to live, but I try anyway.
Poetry: Liberated
I was washed ashore
When the rage subsided.
Your storm had stranded
Me on a lonely island.
The pain left me ripped up
My soul dried to bone.
I cried your name over
Hoping for your return.
There I waited to die
For an eternity,
Accepting defeat.
Until I heard the gulls cry
A song replete.
I looked at the colours
Play in the horizon.
As if in a ballet,
The world went on to spin.
Then I quit pining for you,
And rescued myself
To a better life
Without you…
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 