humans are always different... one man thinks he is the centre of universe and one other feels like a dropp in a wide rage ocean... but bothe humans are so hopeless.. as the human self bears moments of grandeur, and moments of dwindling.., moments of poise, others of rage.., moments of passion, others of wounds.. and the right contradictive word of passion is aversion... but wounds are more ... more »
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Mousheera Shafik Poems
It was about an hour, When I realized How pale got my flower.. And my life is compromised
Why can't I
Why can't I breathe? Whenever I think about you Why can't I speak? Whenever I speak about you
I was gone already
Every thing seem to be so white Where am I? What is that light that has a powerful bright? What is that?
Can any one please answer me?
Alas! How did I do this to you? Alas…..! What a pain….!
Father.. I've always needed you, But ever I knew never that I did… I tried so hard too feel you, Too late it is, you are lying dead.
Miserable all the times you are not around, Breath is banishing, going underground, fatigue because of too much fears, drowning and sinking in too much tears,
Every night I look through my window, And I see these drops of rain falling, I wish that I could espy your shadow, I wish that you could hear me calling,
esperanza.... that's what she is, she is the beauty of a flower's dew, she is affable and bonny like a pretty yew,
You saved my heart You don't even know me You saved my dream You heard my scream
Lover or father
Every time we are together I look for something that I'll find never Is it the things that you do? Or the dreams that can't come true!
Twilight in your eyes
I deeply looked into your eyes I started to bring some alibis To how does the sun through them rise And to how the moon in both of them lies
Love hiding in a dell
My love for you can be more than cosmic It can be a rose sheltered by a merciful angel I can be the dream of love That'll always be so true
The never understanding
You see a ray of light But… you don't know Why does it always bright?
How can silence bring out noise? How can you do things out of choice? Why can't you even hear the voice? Waiting for a chance to roll the dice
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It was about an hour,
When I realized
How pale got my flower..
And my life is compromised
Can't climb his pride tower
Can't stay down so paralyzed
It was about an hour,
Moved to be a one big day
A day as you went away
And I keep on remembering,
We used to sing and we used to play,
It was a very day…
When red went gray,
It was a passing day,
That took my smile away,
And day by day,
And that's the very week,
When pain controlled,
When my heart got so weak,
Seemed sick and cold…
Weeks go and ...