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Trust is just like earthenware
You have to handle with lots of care
When broken, maybe repaired
But the break will always be there!
Sleep but not deep
Mind awake but not complete
Control of muscles
Not in my control
Haunted and horrified
I feel paralysed
Try my best to open my eyes
Scream for help and move my hand
Never hurt a poetess!
For she won't harm you back
But her lesion will not cure
Her thoughts would twist the knife
And she'll write 'you' in her rhymes
Thus she, with her asthetic advocacy
My heart yearned to connect to yours
I spared no effort
Even did the damnedest
To achieve an access
All I got was
Congestion and obstruction
Which made me pine away
Suffering takotsubo always
Accused, humiliated and chastened
Guilty of being naive, kiddish and candid
"I'm sorry ", I said.
And then
Fancied did I as well
"I'm sorry too"
From you_
Don't you think to me it was due?
Holla good-sister
Aye good-brother
I'm always thy brother
I thank thee, O pious!
Holla dear brother
Aye dear sister
I await thee
Good heavens thou art a sinner!
Words are innocent
Ears uglify them!
Relationships are sinless
Judgments pollute them!
#MywordsOnMycanvas
Saima Qureshi ©️
Me: "O My Lord
I know this life is a Journey
And the paths here are Slippery
Although I try to walk very Cautiously
But the charms of world attract Me
My heart desire all that is Fancy
Anxiety
Makes your mind create
A cosmic blank space
Encircling you 360°
The emptiness in its totality
Wearisome to handle
Knowing uncontrollably
You sink gradually
I: I've admiration for you, as such!
You: How much?
I: A lot and beside.
You: Why'd?
I: Should I reveal?
You: Yes please, don't conceal!
I: Ok, then lend me your ear,
When dark spell of night tames the day
Convoy of moon along with stars, gallop their way
From the day's toil, I simmer down
Crawl into to the bed and sleep sound
My mind dives into the sea of dreams, very deep
