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Past Tense

04. Jun, 2007 ·4

Like the brown colour of dried blood The feelings Perhaps have elapsed under The thick currents of time Memoirs of past whispers Cloud my existence Seeking Still for eyes that could cry The pounding beats Of a sick heart plead For those hushed laughters To return And walks late nights With hands entwined Are as [...]

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A Plea To A Tyrant

20. May, 2007 ·6

Dampened, broken and made again Maybe this time you wont return I search between a predefined whole To soak my misery out of me Maliciously No longer am I knitting me complete Interweaved hands, no longer complete I twirl and twirl amidst a rain ridden sun again Maliciously Deafening whispers stealthily return One half you [...]

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The Three Winners

12. May, 2007 ·6

The air was thick with many mingled aromas of spices, sweat, and coal. Anwar sat slouched on a plastic grey chair in one secluded corner of ‘Babur frash tea home.’ He glanced at the clock that hung all alone on the white painted wall. It was 10.45 p.m. His two other friends would be coming [...]

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A Waltz On A High

30. Apr, 2007 ·5

The cracks in the wall screamed again The world frenzied with her punctuated sighs Maybe another time she’ll live again The ceiling opened up Sucked her in with a single gulp The cracks in the wall screamed again Her eyes watched little black butterflies Those damned moths hovering around Maybe another time she’ll live again [...]

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Cerulean Lines

03. Apr, 2007 ·2

She walked Amongst ashen rocks Stumbling upon Faces long forgotten Many fabricated lines Etched Stagnant Faces mutilating me With empty eyes With eyes gone blind Voices many Biting through the ear Whispers Splintering Blood gone blue Two parallel lines With twice the smile Both One cunning One sweet

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Ux

24. Mar, 2007 ·10

Like untainted paint of the morning sky She wakes dazed with unfocused lazy eyes Her first breath purity it signifies While she stays oblivious of the world’s lies. She floats among barren fields of lost joys And collects remnants of ancient laughter Oh trees bow down to her innocent guise Flowers kiss her feet, their [...]

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Asher

19. Mar, 2007 ·3

I saw him, Asher. His hair seemed like threads of gold meandering down his shoulders covering the left side of his face artfully. He sat perfectly still as still as a beautiful painting…etched in reality. His eyes were the colour of solemn winter skies, sad eyes; cold enough to pierce into someone’s soul. His lips [...]

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The Day I Died

11. Feb, 2007 ·1

So yeah, it had been a goddamn fortnight and my brothers still had not made their decision about me. They said I had a final task to do, yeah, yeah, a “test”. So what if I had white skin instead of black? I was a true nigger from the heart. Being a member of marcellous’ [...]

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Stolen Umbrella

01. Feb, 2007 ·Comments Off

The pages of my journal ruffled yet again to remind me of the prior engagements I had with myself to resurrect the old memories and eradicate them once so that their lack of existence would renew me. It’s odd how in the end nothing but a faint smell of the potpourri you once smelled or [...]

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My Empty Swing

01. Oct, 2006 ·0

I sat crouched on the grubby ground of my garden trying desperately to catch a moth that, at that time, I thought was a butterfly. After what seemed to my young mind like ages, I leaped towards it. I flung my tiny soiled hands towards the moth and closed my hands into tight fists, making [...]

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