My whole life
Is a series of letting go
I let go people, places and relationship
But this time
I wanted to be chosen
I wanted some to choose
Me over everything
But alas! It didn’t
Work out
May be i am born
To live alone
I accept that

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You are not the house
You are not a hideout
You are my skin and flesh
The bones and muscles
You are the owner
I am a shadow
I owe my life to you
Yes you are the master
But only till
You speak truth
And stay honest
The day you try to hide
You will taste your own medicine
I am just taming my beast

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As a kid
I was scared of darkness
I was scared of sleeping alone
I was scared of loosing loved ones
I was scared of everything that hurts
Then one day i grew up
And while growing up
I cane to know
The life is all about sacrifice
The more you grow
The more you loose
Solitude-is strength
Its peaceful
Now i don’t fear anything
I am just a corpus
Ready to be buried
One day

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Who is Hussain as
Why are we observing Muharram every year
The grandson of Prophet Mohammad pbuh
Who sacrificed his whole family for the sake of
Ummah. Yes he is head of all the martyrs, indeed he laid the foundation of sabr and shukr. Karbala teaches us discipline among elderly karbala teaches us love, care and concern amidst of battle field. Karbala is an ideology which is still burning in the heart of human beings .If you are not into love care concern and discipline you can be anything but not Hussaini.
I proudly claim that I am Hussaini.

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The warrior was chopped into pieces
She was set ablaze
She executed under the weight
Her parts ripped one by one
Her larynx was cut down
She can’t speak
Her legs are shackled
Her hands are cuffed
Her neck is jouged around walls
She was crucified
For the sins
She never performed
She was a pure soul
But she met a satan once
And life changed 360 degrees

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May be i am the
new version Of myself
Struggling my scariest fights
Battling the thoughts of drowning
Into the sea of carmine around
Where the smell of fresh blood prevails
The suitors becoming traitors
Compromising my last breaths
To survive the coup
Screaming hard silently
My voice is inaudible
Or just the people around
Not letting me cry
Are they my friends
No they are not
I have never found
A friend in anyone
In this fake world

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I’m a fighter,
Marked by battles I’ve faced.
The world looks at my scars—
Not with respect, but with questions.

I’ve walked through storms,
Longing for calm once they passed.
But when I reached for peace,
The world gave me pain instead.

In all the anguish
I survived
Inspite of scars
I revived

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No matter how lonely
Your journey gets
Never try to invite
Toxic narcissist and saddist
To share your table
They are energy vampires
They are howling sirens
They are the hydes in
Human body
With brain of beast
Better to walk
Like an emperor

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When I call it
Whirlpool
Stay, breathe, listen
Take a pause then dive
It's really a bigger
Ruckus...then you think
No matter how well
You swim
The destiny is to drown
You won't find solace
In this mighty world
You gulp the gust of life
The spectrum of light
Will tear you apart
In two equals
One will move on
One will stay back
Half of this is dying
Half is willing to live
No one knows the truth
Everyone is running behind
The peace ✌️

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Inevitable Rest

No matter the path we tread,
The end waits, silent—death.
Be it emperor or the poorest soul,
All must wear the final cloak.

Laid in linen, still and pale,
Eyes once bright now closed for good,
Those behind will count your gold,
Not your breath, not your blood.

Once the prayers are softly said,
And dust has kissed your silent bed,
Loved ones drift to warmth and light,
While you lie in the arms of night.

Cold winds whisper through the stones,
In the graveyard, you're alone.

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