Poems from ZinniaShah
And what happens when your ashes resurface,
every year, once in a while,
ashes of your failed self,
of the self you have kept disguised,...
Olives, figs, dates ... a rose.
I remember he took down a bow.
Berries, chocolate, devilish clothes...
He asked me not to ever let go....
I felt her,
in the rain.
Cold,
as she always were to be.
Shackled,
she follows me...
down my bleaky sanity.
They all have a world of their own,
Of which you can merely be a part of.
And you'll rest assured over what you get told,
But you won't...
Did You hate me God
When I bowed and kneeled
And uttered a faithless prayer aggrieved?
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So did You love me God?
When You saw my faith......