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An Untold Story
In those twinkling eyes,
Alluring smile ;
Beguiling cheerfulness ;
Angelic expressions ;
An Untold story ,
Flickered in his
Alchemic words.
Silently, a breath of air
ashed away a flying soul.
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In a journey from a thought
to an experience , i lost you.
In a journey from a moment to a
hazy memory , i lost you.
In a journey from a presence to a
mere essence, i lost you.
In a journey from a wish to an
unanswered prayer , i lost you.
In a journey from you being a sane art
to this insane artist , i lost you .
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Were you a lie? ;
An escape,
I longed,
For so long__
Or just my perceived perception,
that sunk me along.
Were you just imaginary? ;
A persistent thought,
Or just an imprint of permanence,
which now I doubt for its existence.
Were you love ? :
Or just a part of you little more like me,
Or a part of me little less like you.
Were you a lie ? ;
A secret ; that still lingers around me,
;That something delusional that keeps me alive.
I am afraid __
i am not dreaming ,
If truth is not you
I just want to believe the lies.
~Sumaira Nissar
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"Hope is just a delayed disappointment."
I don't completely agree with this.
Hope is an optimistic emotion which can sometimes save someone's life .Yes, you read it right it can save someone's life.
A wise man, diagnosed with a rare form of cancer ,once said that an "uninvited guest" is dwelling within him and
guests are meant to leave one or the other day .If this glimmer of hope, positivity can actually make someone live life to the fullest, even for the destined moments ,rather than dying an undying death each passing day till the death actually knocks his door , don't you think he saved those moments of life by cherishing them enough ,which he was destined to ,by his fate . In this journey, we are all guests on this earth .We all will have to leave one day but we don't have to die an undying death before an actual death.
RIP #irfankhan
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Art is in the ordinary
Art is seeing a face blush ;
seeing a tear fall
Art is when the light touches the skin;
Art is when the hues swirl in the sunset and sunrise
Art is how just a difference of few shades and curves make us see whether it is a smile or a frown
Art is in the stillness of moments in the pictures
Art is in the descending curves of a fading memory
Art is seeing the emotions dance in the
poetry
Art is when they say they understand and I understand that even if they understand, they don't understand..
....just somewhere they find themselves
within my lines...
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I found a home ; a rejection ; the only home where I could dwell in for long
and mourn over the loss of delusional fantasies...-