Contained but Disruptive. Uncontrollable. You gasp As you feel your Blood pitching The walls of your veins. You were not made for this. You have become Paralysed. The burning of Your blood, The high you feel. The internal fire Reduces You want more. You ask for more. The walls of your veins Starts to slowly … Continue reading Internal Fire
Really scary. They see into you. They see your insecurities. Will they see Who you are Trying to be? Will they see Past the holes, Moles, scars And patches That are slowly removing? Into me see Every little breaks, Cracks and patches That is holding Me together. Into me see The weakness, The brokenness That … Continue reading into me see
Perfectly flawed.A beautiful mess.Smiling and moving on.Trying with each dayNot to turn back. The human behindThe ink.Perfectly imperfect.Loved unconditionallyBy someone who maybeIn the present orWaiting in the future. The human behindThe ink.It could be meIt could be you.We all hide behindSomething.Ashamed of beingVulnerable.Scared to be seenBut yearning to be seen. The human behindThe ink.The human … Continue reading The human behind the ink
Your words areLike Plasters thatBatch up my brokennessTogether.Habibi you don't understandI pray you'll understandOne day. When we comeTogether.When we meetPhysically, I prayThat God gives meThe words to exoressHow your wordsSlowly heals me. Your attentionShort or longFeels me up.I was onceFacing each dayEmpty, with nothingBut the all mightyTo fill my starving soul. I have been hurtI … Continue reading Habibi you don’t understand
How does it feelFor a motherTo hold herWithered seed?The soil couldNot nourish it.It grew butNot well enough. A withered plant.A human thatHas been luredIn by death.The whisper of quickEscape from a seeminglyCruel world. My heart scattersI've got internalBleeding thatIs unseen byThe naked eye.But felt by souls. I feel the energyIf doom.I hear the laughterOf deathAs … Continue reading Withered seed
I love you butYou are hurting me.Pain is not good.Pain is an indicationThat something is wrong. I love you butyou are hurting me.My heart criesMy naked eyeIs dry.So dry it doesntSee you as a personBut as a template of pain. Love is not painLove is not heartache.Love is not lust.Love is an emotion.The purest of … Continue reading I love you but…
I'm at theFront rowBut I can't see.How bizarre.Ive got myEyes setOn the goalBut I can't see.So I ask thoseAround meCan you see? Can you seeWhat I am tryingTo see.Can you see thatThe moves I makeIs small but mighty.Can you seeWhat I am doing? I can't see.I don't knowWhether my actionsAre correct or whetherThey are madeAt … Continue reading Can you see?
You are a mysteryTo those around you.Some know you.Some admireYour act.Others watchAs you go aboutYour life. You are a mysteryTo those around you.They see youAt a distanceAnd would likeTo get a closerLook at theWork in progress. They see the potential.They admire the dedication.They look aroundAnalysing your moves.The work which isIn progress mustBe tested first.For the … Continue reading A mystery
Who out thereCan share thePain with me?The boredomOf isolationThat we confined in. What is social?I may be speakingDuring my darkestHours.That's the only timeMy mind is awake.These words flowWhen I'm in pain.What is lifeWith no pain?The joy rideAlways comesTo an end. Nothing good last forever.I'm glad that it doesn'tBut answer me thisOne questionIf you may:When will … Continue reading Joyride of pain
The string thatBinds us togetherIs unseen by mostBut felt by us. Your actionsaffects us both.The string thatBinds us togetherHurts everytimeOne of us triesGoing away. You say weWere neverMet to be.That I knowAre lies.We are connectedWhy can't you see that?