DESPAIR
And once again,She saw herself
in one of those moments
where she literally hated everyone,
even those whom she loved or admired.
Silently she just collapsed on her bed, locking her room,
trying to be invisible.
She felt sick and lonely ,and once again
she was avoiding everyone
even her own thoughts.
There's pain everywhere,
Physically ,mentally and emotionally
She's broken
All that's happening is pain
Yet there are no injuries
Visible enough to make others understand.
Tired of being happy,
Tired of being cheerful,
Tired of listening to everyone,
Tired of everything,
Realising that the world actually sucks
And no matter how much she tries
to create an illusion
of a World she wants
The bubble of illusions would burst
She closed her eyes
Trying to fall asleep
So that in her dreams
She finds the life she deserved
And undo the stuffs that traumatized her
She wishes the dream never ends,
She hopes never to wake up.
Strange how nobody
ever knows the real u!
How the things that haunt u is so insignificant for others.
How ur feeling unwell
is just overreaction for some.
And there's nothing anyone can do.
© Warisha Taj
#review #poetry
And once again,She saw herself
in one of those moments
where she literally hated everyone,
even those whom she loved or admired.
Silently she just collapsed on her bed, locking her room,
trying to be invisible.
She felt sick and lonely ,and once again
she was avoiding everyone
even her own thoughts.
There's pain everywhere,
Physically ,mentally and emotionally
She's broken
All that's happening is pain
Yet there are no injuries
Visible enough to make others understand.
Tired of being happy,
Tired of being cheerful,
Tired of listening to everyone,
Tired of everything,
Realising that the world actually sucks
And no matter how much she tries
to create an illusion
of a World she wants
The bubble of illusions would burst
She closed her eyes
Trying to fall asleep
So that in her dreams
She finds the life she deserved
And undo the stuffs that traumatized her
She wishes the dream never ends,
She hopes never to wake up.
Strange how nobody
ever knows the real u!
How the things that haunt u is so insignificant for others.
How ur feeling unwell
is just overreaction for some.
And there's nothing anyone can do.
© Warisha Taj
#review #poetry
If there'll be a time
When there won't be food
And a man were to keep my life
By feeding me his flesh
My love for him still
Won't have weigh than a dust,
If my love for my prophet
Would weigh as a mountain.
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When there won't be food
And a man were to keep my life
By feeding me his flesh
My love for him still
Won't have weigh than a dust,
If my love for my prophet
Would weigh as a mountain.
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
#review #poetry #for just friend
My secret crush
I think about you everyday
I plan out wht to say
You have no idea, you have no clue
Just how much think about you
I try not to share, I try not to hide
I try not to show that I have always lied
If I had told you before
Perhaps you might not be the same.
I want to tell you how I feel
But voice inside make me hush.
So I keep it down inside my heart.
Hoping that nothing falls apart
Where ever you go. my heart will follow you
But sadly, ever only I will know
I hope my heart will never be broken
All because of my love unspoken... ❤️
My secret crush
I think about you everyday
I plan out wht to say
You have no idea, you have no clue
Just how much think about you
I try not to share, I try not to hide
I try not to show that I have always lied
If I had told you before
Perhaps you might not be the same.
I want to tell you how I feel
But voice inside make me hush.
So I keep it down inside my heart.
Hoping that nothing falls apart
Where ever you go. my heart will follow you
But sadly, ever only I will know
I hope my heart will never be broken
All because of my love unspoken... ❤️
‘ 'I hope death comes to you, shortly. I’m tired of listening to your curse words all the time'. That’s what her daughter uttered, before her mother committed suicide.’
‘Oh my god! And how do you know she said these words?’ I asked.
‘When the staffs were putting her mother’s body, in the ambulance, she was crying saying all that. Confronting, it was her mistake, because of which her mother died.’
‘Just this? I mean, no one is this much weak. There must be some other things, too!’
‘The family, to be honest, wasn’t a happy family. They often fought at night— the husband, his wife, and the only daughter of the two of them. I’m not making any assumptions here. As, whenever they fought, they were quite loud with their words. And it often reached my place.’
‘But?’
‘Look, I don’t exactly know what the reality is. But her daughter was nice. Whenever her parents fought with each other, she always tried to resolve the matter. 'Why can’t you two stop fighting?' these were the words I oft-times heard. That shows she was mature even at this tender age.’
‘How old was she?’
‘She was in 11th form. So you can probably guess. Tenth class, 96%. Quite an elite student, you know.’
‘Hm.’ I said. ‘She said all of that, in anger, and now she’s going to regret it for the rest of her life.’
‘Totally.’
‘And that’s why, you know, no matter how uncontrollable the situation is, you have to gulp down your anger like a bitter tonic. Not for anyone, but for your own good.’ I said.
‘You do that?’
‘I try my level best. Because, you know, with anger, there comes a word called regret alongside with it. And I don’t want to say anything in anger, that I’d regret for the rest of my life.’
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‘Oh my god! And how do you know she said these words?’ I asked.
‘When the staffs were putting her mother’s body, in the ambulance, she was crying saying all that. Confronting, it was her mistake, because of which her mother died.’
‘Just this? I mean, no one is this much weak. There must be some other things, too!’
‘The family, to be honest, wasn’t a happy family. They often fought at night— the husband, his wife, and the only daughter of the two of them. I’m not making any assumptions here. As, whenever they fought, they were quite loud with their words. And it often reached my place.’
‘But?’
‘Look, I don’t exactly know what the reality is. But her daughter was nice. Whenever her parents fought with each other, she always tried to resolve the matter. 'Why can’t you two stop fighting?' these were the words I oft-times heard. That shows she was mature even at this tender age.’
‘How old was she?’
‘She was in 11th form. So you can probably guess. Tenth class, 96%. Quite an elite student, you know.’
‘Hm.’ I said. ‘She said all of that, in anger, and now she’s going to regret it for the rest of her life.’
‘Totally.’
‘And that’s why, you know, no matter how uncontrollable the situation is, you have to gulp down your anger like a bitter tonic. Not for anyone, but for your own good.’ I said.
‘You do that?’
‘I try my level best. Because, you know, with anger, there comes a word called regret alongside with it. And I don’t want to say anything in anger, that I’d regret for the rest of my life.’
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Title- brother is life
I know we have fought each other
But you're my best brother
Sometimes when I feel sad
You say, are you mad??
A brother who always tease you
But never want to hurt to you,
For sister, he can fight to everyone
For sis, your smile is like a sun,
A person who stands with you every time
And give an order, like a prime,
Who can do everything for your laugh
And share every food half-half,
When he is staying near your side
Darkness will stay far and hide,
The life is filled with the light
The light seems very bright,
You're the best gift given by the lord
With whom I never feel bored,
Which the fight is always a lesson for me
And you say, don't bother me,
You'll grow like by leaps and bounds
Security always stay with you around,
Live is a name of ups and down
You're your family crown,
Without brother, everything is lorn
Parents were happy when you were born,
You always keep smile is my wish
I want to stay always like your sis.
#writerpen #poetry #review
Note- by leaps and bounds means very rapidly
I know we have fought each other
But you're my best brother
Sometimes when I feel sad
You say, are you mad??
A brother who always tease you
But never want to hurt to you,
For sister, he can fight to everyone
For sis, your smile is like a sun,
A person who stands with you every time
And give an order, like a prime,
Who can do everything for your laugh
And share every food half-half,
When he is staying near your side
Darkness will stay far and hide,
The life is filled with the light
The light seems very bright,
You're the best gift given by the lord
With whom I never feel bored,
Which the fight is always a lesson for me
And you say, don't bother me,
You'll grow like by leaps and bounds
Security always stay with you around,
Live is a name of ups and down
You're your family crown,
Without brother, everything is lorn
Parents were happy when you were born,
You always keep smile is my wish
I want to stay always like your sis.
#writerpen #poetry #review
Note- by leaps and bounds means very rapidly
Part 1👆👆
He was studying about meat, sounds bizarre but in Assam there are certain courses that way. Summon he was a heavily built, plump sweet man all though the inner desires had made him grow wild still he was a gentleman inside with a small moustache and beard rounding his chubby cheeks and a small tail of hairs hanging behind while others tied in a pun upside.
On the very next day his friend fell sick not because of those bats in particular to be frank but the reason was a vegan man turning into a non vegetarian to extinguish his inner gravy's desire was behind this.
He was not just sick but seriously sick nausea, vomiting were the symptoms. Nirmali, a doctor, resided just another door from Summon's house. It was about six past half in the morning. Summon was always on a ride to different states to check on different tongue tastes so he hardly had ever had any conversation with her.
He was forced to fly to her doors, she was on the terrace doing yoga, Nirmali was a mid aged woman married with a cute little child. She was a fit lady, with the greyish outfit and a band over her head she was at the peak of her beauty. She was pale in color with her bosom half obscured Summon was literally in love with her in seconds but he had to take her to his house.
"Hello" he said in a gentle voice
After having a word she got up swifter than any lady and went to his home. She examined his friend, according to her he was not serious, just a bit indigestion some medicinal pills would work great. When she was ready to depart Summon asked her about the fees.
"What's your fees mam" he asked bending bit down as he was too tall to look into her eyes.
" Ki bolche tumi, Aare no no, No money it's ok we are neighbours" she said with a smile winding her face.
"AARE na mam, would you like me to give you a meat party btw I am a cook and a meat specialist " he told her further adding the fact about his meat club.
" Oh meat club sounds interesting " she said in a very authentic assamese accent " What is this?"
" I am doing a study in meat. So I try different types of meat to be simple. I invite you for pleasure mam( maam was what he actually said). Today in the evening is it ok?"
" Oook, ook " she said with hesitation but later happily gave a smile.
Summon all the day jumped with happiness, he was in a dilemma what food should he serve her, he was determined to make food out of his own hands. Should he cook some chicken but later dropped because it was too common.
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He was studying about meat, sounds bizarre but in Assam there are certain courses that way. Summon he was a heavily built, plump sweet man all though the inner desires had made him grow wild still he was a gentleman inside with a small moustache and beard rounding his chubby cheeks and a small tail of hairs hanging behind while others tied in a pun upside.
On the very next day his friend fell sick not because of those bats in particular to be frank but the reason was a vegan man turning into a non vegetarian to extinguish his inner gravy's desire was behind this.
He was not just sick but seriously sick nausea, vomiting were the symptoms. Nirmali, a doctor, resided just another door from Summon's house. It was about six past half in the morning. Summon was always on a ride to different states to check on different tongue tastes so he hardly had ever had any conversation with her.
He was forced to fly to her doors, she was on the terrace doing yoga, Nirmali was a mid aged woman married with a cute little child. She was a fit lady, with the greyish outfit and a band over her head she was at the peak of her beauty. She was pale in color with her bosom half obscured Summon was literally in love with her in seconds but he had to take her to his house.
"Hello" he said in a gentle voice
After having a word she got up swifter than any lady and went to his home. She examined his friend, according to her he was not serious, just a bit indigestion some medicinal pills would work great. When she was ready to depart Summon asked her about the fees.
"What's your fees mam" he asked bending bit down as he was too tall to look into her eyes.
" Ki bolche tumi, Aare no no, No money it's ok we are neighbours" she said with a smile winding her face.
"AARE na mam, would you like me to give you a meat party btw I am a cook and a meat specialist " he told her further adding the fact about his meat club.
" Oh meat club sounds interesting " she said in a very authentic assamese accent " What is this?"
" I am doing a study in meat. So I try different types of meat to be simple. I invite you for pleasure mam( maam was what he actually said). Today in the evening is it ok?"
" Oook, ook " she said with hesitation but later happily gave a smile.
Summon all the day jumped with happiness, he was in a dilemma what food should he serve her, he was determined to make food out of his own hands. Should he cook some chicken but later dropped because it was too common.
#review #shortstory #shashwat
APOLOGY
To every soul existing,
I just want to say,
I understand that you are trying to live your life your way,
And I know there are things that spoil your day,
And with all those dilemmas and thoughts on a bed I see u lay,
Trust me I wanted to come and say 'hey'
When I saw u crying yesterday,
But I know u wanted people to stay away.
I just want to say sorry on behalf of humans who have used ur innocence to play and who think your heart was made up of clay so that once they are bored they can throw it away.
#review #poetry
To every soul existing,
I just want to say,
I understand that you are trying to live your life your way,
And I know there are things that spoil your day,
And with all those dilemmas and thoughts on a bed I see u lay,
Trust me I wanted to come and say 'hey'
When I saw u crying yesterday,
But I know u wanted people to stay away.
I just want to say sorry on behalf of humans who have used ur innocence to play and who think your heart was made up of clay so that once they are bored they can throw it away.
#review #poetry
||And I walk alone||
And I walk alone on the titled road
Reminiscent of the times when the angels spoke
The reality of my life lies in its shroud
I hallucinate as my illusions surround
The little life that I have yet to live
The fascinating disguise that I am yet to give
I clown over my misery as if it would lie
My happy memories beg to let them cry
Yet I put on my favourite mask
Living the moments that are yet to pass
I wait for my old heart to come back
I crowd over the souls of my own pack
And I walk alone on the titled road
Wandering away from the reality it holds
I sleep as if I won't ever be awake
I have the best dream one could bake
I look behind me over the footprints I leave
The people and moments that I weaved
I raise my hand to swim in death so broad
And I walk alone on the titled road.
I breathe the poison in the air
Remembering it's truth and flair
I fear my soul being flown away with the wind
The ink on my book fades away like my footprint
I rub my hands for warmth
I try to see the hints the angels prompt
I put my name up on the death board
And I walk alone on the titled road.
#review #poetry #Saviour
And I walk alone on the titled road
Reminiscent of the times when the angels spoke
The reality of my life lies in its shroud
I hallucinate as my illusions surround
The little life that I have yet to live
The fascinating disguise that I am yet to give
I clown over my misery as if it would lie
My happy memories beg to let them cry
Yet I put on my favourite mask
Living the moments that are yet to pass
I wait for my old heart to come back
I crowd over the souls of my own pack
And I walk alone on the titled road
Wandering away from the reality it holds
I sleep as if I won't ever be awake
I have the best dream one could bake
I look behind me over the footprints I leave
The people and moments that I weaved
I raise my hand to swim in death so broad
And I walk alone on the titled road.
I breathe the poison in the air
Remembering it's truth and flair
I fear my soul being flown away with the wind
The ink on my book fades away like my footprint
I rub my hands for warmth
I try to see the hints the angels prompt
I put my name up on the death board
And I walk alone on the titled road.
#review #poetry #Saviour
*Trigger Warning*
!Includes bullying, suicide, eating disorder and insensitive behaviour!
Part 1
https://t.me/WritersClub/319278
Guilty Conscience
Part 2
It was almost two years ago when Finneas saw her face for the first time. She was a transfer student who had just joined his class but she became butt of every joke first day onwards. She had a scar on her face, a cruel reminder of her ugly childhood. She had grown up as quite an anxious kid and in her anxiety she had a tendency to eat a lot. This led to her gaining a lot of weight, so much so that she took almost double the amount of space it would take anyone else of her age. Finneas was her biggest nightmare, she would find something sprawled on the board or her desk everyday that reminded her how ugly she was. But this wasn't enough for him, he went further. He invited her to a party, extending a hand of friendship and asked her to bury the hatchet but things went straight to hell as soon as she went inside. The door was closed and now she was in everyone's eyes, they called her ugly, elephant, witch and threw at her any insult they could conjure. But she wasn't going down easy, she threw an equal amount of insult on them leaving them scarlet and crimson in face with embarrassment. She thought she won the war but then things turned on their head.
They forced her to strip, every cloth was taken off from her leaving only her inner clothes on. Then she was made to look in a mirror "look your ugly highness, look at yourself" they guffawed. She sat on her knees clutching herself tightly, sobbing hysterically. Her skin crawled with spiders and scorpions of embarrassment stung her insides. She knew at that point of time what she was going to do, what option was left with her. Through their ricocheting laughter she could hear her own innerself very clearly.
"Stop there. Please, stop. Don't!" he pleads. A pain rises in his chest and his hand, which feels much like stabs just ten times worse. The blood pools in his face, he clutches his chest as his feeble efforts to pick himself up off the ground fails, his eyes stare at her very much out of their sockets.
When his parents arrive two days later they are welcomed by a rank smell, they frantically search for Finneas only to find him dead in his study room. The post-mortem showed the reason for death was heart attack, but he was just 17. Police asked if he was stressing over something and his parents look each other in the eyes, they know that she had mentioned his name clearly in her suicide note before jumping off the ninth floor to her death. But still, why was the door of study room closed from outside, this question leaves even police officers perplexed. There were no other fingerprint on the lock other than house members and there was no sign of any forced entry either. Knowing this, the two best friends smile: one secretly, standing in Finneas's funeral, the other in her grave, now finally settling inside it in peace.
#tm #review #shortstory
!Includes bullying, suicide, eating disorder and insensitive behaviour!
Part 1
https://t.me/WritersClub/319278
Guilty Conscience
Part 2
It was almost two years ago when Finneas saw her face for the first time. She was a transfer student who had just joined his class but she became butt of every joke first day onwards. She had a scar on her face, a cruel reminder of her ugly childhood. She had grown up as quite an anxious kid and in her anxiety she had a tendency to eat a lot. This led to her gaining a lot of weight, so much so that she took almost double the amount of space it would take anyone else of her age. Finneas was her biggest nightmare, she would find something sprawled on the board or her desk everyday that reminded her how ugly she was. But this wasn't enough for him, he went further. He invited her to a party, extending a hand of friendship and asked her to bury the hatchet but things went straight to hell as soon as she went inside. The door was closed and now she was in everyone's eyes, they called her ugly, elephant, witch and threw at her any insult they could conjure. But she wasn't going down easy, she threw an equal amount of insult on them leaving them scarlet and crimson in face with embarrassment. She thought she won the war but then things turned on their head.
They forced her to strip, every cloth was taken off from her leaving only her inner clothes on. Then she was made to look in a mirror "look your ugly highness, look at yourself" they guffawed. She sat on her knees clutching herself tightly, sobbing hysterically. Her skin crawled with spiders and scorpions of embarrassment stung her insides. She knew at that point of time what she was going to do, what option was left with her. Through their ricocheting laughter she could hear her own innerself very clearly.
"Stop there. Please, stop. Don't!" he pleads. A pain rises in his chest and his hand, which feels much like stabs just ten times worse. The blood pools in his face, he clutches his chest as his feeble efforts to pick himself up off the ground fails, his eyes stare at her very much out of their sockets.
When his parents arrive two days later they are welcomed by a rank smell, they frantically search for Finneas only to find him dead in his study room. The post-mortem showed the reason for death was heart attack, but he was just 17. Police asked if he was stressing over something and his parents look each other in the eyes, they know that she had mentioned his name clearly in her suicide note before jumping off the ninth floor to her death. But still, why was the door of study room closed from outside, this question leaves even police officers perplexed. There were no other fingerprint on the lock other than house members and there was no sign of any forced entry either. Knowing this, the two best friends smile: one secretly, standing in Finneas's funeral, the other in her grave, now finally settling inside it in peace.
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Author's note: I wrote this story as part of a challenge to write suspense-thriller-horror in 1000 words.
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his…
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his…
#poem #review
What Wrong Did She Do...?
She was still a kid, Playing with her Doll,
Her innocent eyes had that Spark, UNTIL...
She was Wrenched,
She was Impelled,
She was Gripped,
She was Battered,
She was Exploited....
Tears Flowed down her cheek,
The Pain made her Weak..
Her Squawk went unheard,
Her dreams were Shattered..
Her Soul was literally Plucked,
FOR WHAT WRONG WAS SHE PUNISHED...?
What Wrong Did She Do...?
She was still a kid, Playing with her Doll,
Her innocent eyes had that Spark, UNTIL...
She was Wrenched,
She was Impelled,
She was Gripped,
She was Battered,
She was Exploited....
Tears Flowed down her cheek,
The Pain made her Weak..
Her Squawk went unheard,
Her dreams were Shattered..
Her Soul was literally Plucked,
FOR WHAT WRONG WAS SHE PUNISHED...?
#review #Saviour #story
||Eyes||
There was something about those eyes. Something special. As if the whole world was waiting to get a glimpse of those eyes but I was the lucky winner who got the chance to see them first.
" You have your mother’s eyes," I whispered in her ears.
Her new little fingers grasped my finger tightly. Holding her in my arms I felt as if I was holding my entire world.
I still remember the day I first met her mother. She was sitting there all alone.
" Can I take your picture? "
" Why? "
She said this without looking at me.
" of all the things I have seen, you are the second most beautiful. "
" and what is the first one? "
" Your Eyes. "
" Why should I believe you? "
She was still looking down stirring her cup of coffee.
" I am a photographer. I capture beauty. No one knows about beauty better than me. "
She looked in my direction but not at me.
" Dead! "
" What? "
"My eyes, they are dead. I am blind," Her eyes were trying to guess my position. "You said no one knows beauty better than you but I don’t know what beauty is. I don’t know the difference between beauty and ugliness. Do you still think that my eyes are beautiful?"
I couldn’t see her eyes because they were blurred with tears.
" In our profession they say, If the picture is blur, you are not close enough," I moved closer to her. Her face just inches away from mine. She was still trying to guess my position. My breath directed her to me. I kissed her eyes and she got her answer.
I was looking in those eyes. Her eyes. I tried to uncurl her little fingers by pressing on her palm, she curled them back into a tight fist and I captured this moment in my camera.
" Operation theater is ready. "
" Coming Doctor. "
" Are you sure you want to do this? "
" What do my reports say Doctor? "
" You have maximum 4 months. "
" Then I am pretty much sure. "
" But you will never be able to capture beauty in your camera anymore. "
"Doctor my wife is the second best beauty in this world and do you know what is the first one? My daughter’s eyes," I felt as if she smiled when I said this. "and I have captured both in my camera."
Lying in the bed I closed my eyes. All images started to fade. Now everything was black and when I opened my eyes it seemed like millions of years had passed. I opened my eyes but…but it was still dark.
" What is this Doctor? Switch on the lights!! "
" Lights are on. Are you alright? You have taken such a difficult decision…"
" No, no Doctor don’t worry, I was just checking whether you did your job perfectly or not." I laughed but I sensed Doctor’s displeasure to my joke. "How is my wife?"
" Operation was successful but… "
" I know, she need some answers. Please Doctor take me to her. "
The distance to her room was the longest distance I have ever travelled.
"I told you not to take this decision and you said you were just kidding, then why did you do this?" She said. She was crying.
This time she could see me but I couldn’t see her. I have given my vision to my masterpiece. Her image was not on my retina but my mind was drawing a blur image of her in front of me.
"In our profession they say, If the picture is blur, you are not close enough," I was trying to guess her position.
She moved closer to me. Her breath directed me to her. I kissed her eyes and she got her answer
||Eyes||
There was something about those eyes. Something special. As if the whole world was waiting to get a glimpse of those eyes but I was the lucky winner who got the chance to see them first.
" You have your mother’s eyes," I whispered in her ears.
Her new little fingers grasped my finger tightly. Holding her in my arms I felt as if I was holding my entire world.
I still remember the day I first met her mother. She was sitting there all alone.
" Can I take your picture? "
" Why? "
She said this without looking at me.
" of all the things I have seen, you are the second most beautiful. "
" and what is the first one? "
" Your Eyes. "
" Why should I believe you? "
She was still looking down stirring her cup of coffee.
" I am a photographer. I capture beauty. No one knows about beauty better than me. "
She looked in my direction but not at me.
" Dead! "
" What? "
"My eyes, they are dead. I am blind," Her eyes were trying to guess my position. "You said no one knows beauty better than you but I don’t know what beauty is. I don’t know the difference between beauty and ugliness. Do you still think that my eyes are beautiful?"
I couldn’t see her eyes because they were blurred with tears.
" In our profession they say, If the picture is blur, you are not close enough," I moved closer to her. Her face just inches away from mine. She was still trying to guess my position. My breath directed her to me. I kissed her eyes and she got her answer.
I was looking in those eyes. Her eyes. I tried to uncurl her little fingers by pressing on her palm, she curled them back into a tight fist and I captured this moment in my camera.
" Operation theater is ready. "
" Coming Doctor. "
" Are you sure you want to do this? "
" What do my reports say Doctor? "
" You have maximum 4 months. "
" Then I am pretty much sure. "
" But you will never be able to capture beauty in your camera anymore. "
"Doctor my wife is the second best beauty in this world and do you know what is the first one? My daughter’s eyes," I felt as if she smiled when I said this. "and I have captured both in my camera."
Lying in the bed I closed my eyes. All images started to fade. Now everything was black and when I opened my eyes it seemed like millions of years had passed. I opened my eyes but…but it was still dark.
" What is this Doctor? Switch on the lights!! "
" Lights are on. Are you alright? You have taken such a difficult decision…"
" No, no Doctor don’t worry, I was just checking whether you did your job perfectly or not." I laughed but I sensed Doctor’s displeasure to my joke. "How is my wife?"
" Operation was successful but… "
" I know, she need some answers. Please Doctor take me to her. "
The distance to her room was the longest distance I have ever travelled.
"I told you not to take this decision and you said you were just kidding, then why did you do this?" She said. She was crying.
This time she could see me but I couldn’t see her. I have given my vision to my masterpiece. Her image was not on my retina but my mind was drawing a blur image of her in front of me.
"In our profession they say, If the picture is blur, you are not close enough," I was trying to guess her position.
She moved closer to me. Her breath directed me to her. I kissed her eyes and she got her answer
Bye, Summer
Don't you once said you came to stay?
Why does it seem you are on your way?
How long has it been when you made that claim?
How nice does it feel being dragged away?
I pray men learn from your mistake
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
Don't you once said you came to stay?
Why does it seem you are on your way?
How long has it been when you made that claim?
How nice does it feel being dragged away?
I pray men learn from your mistake
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
#poetry #review
What Wrong Did She Do...?
She was still a kid, Playing with her Doll,
Her innocent eyes had that Spark, UNTIL...
She was Wrenched,
She was Impelled,
She was Gripped,
She was Battered,
She was Exploited....
Tears Flowed down her cheek,
The Pain made her Weak..
Her Squawk went unheard,
Her dreams were Shattered..
Her Soul was literally Plucked,
FOR WHAT WRONG WAS SHE PUNISHED...?
What Wrong Did She Do...?
She was still a kid, Playing with her Doll,
Her innocent eyes had that Spark, UNTIL...
She was Wrenched,
She was Impelled,
She was Gripped,
She was Battered,
She was Exploited....
Tears Flowed down her cheek,
The Pain made her Weak..
Her Squawk went unheard,
Her dreams were Shattered..
Her Soul was literally Plucked,
FOR WHAT WRONG WAS SHE PUNISHED...?