Sara Javed

When the reaper wails, the soul cries out,
It screams and shouts inside the body,
''Thine last place has arrived, thou shalt not survive! '' he screams,
The soul, it hugs the body, utterly distressed,
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Darkness followed me everywhere,
Like the mist that cloaks the deadly world.
The word betrayal, stamped onto my forehead,
like an abuse of some kind.
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The girl with those mesmerizing eyes,
Eyes filled with love,
The beautiful wheatish skin,
The natural beauty of a pearl,
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I was not a powerful soul;
I was the dreamer.
I was not a beautiful soul;
I had my fair share of scars and bruises.
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Your eyes so deep, I drown in them.
They pull me into themselves,
your brown orbs, just like the murky water,
As I struggle to swim up,
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I shut my eye and I smile,
as my imagination takes over my instincts,
I smile gladly as I open my eyes- a bit hesitant.
And see a large, open ground in front of me,
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Ashes fly everywhere, in all directions.
They make my eyes sting,
and coat my flesh and cascade of hair.
My throat stings with pain,
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I am a suicidal being made of icy glares and frowns.
Deep scowls, harsh words and a conflicting soul.
Cold, unkempt, dark; made of more hate than love.
I fight with myself each day, cry every night.
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The warm mellow scent of Mocha,
cascades in my room in spirals,
the mist rising from the mug,
Kissing my lips softly, sweetly.
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These mirages- they haunt me,
they make me a living misery.
People point at me, giggling, whispering.
'Mad, madness, lunatic.'
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Large fleecy clouds crowded the skies,
so blue and shimmering.
They hid the sun, like a cloak covers your body,
Just a few, splendorous rays were visible.
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Oh human, I seek an answer-
have you seen someone die?
Ah, petty, trivial points don't matter,
it doesn't matter, whether it is a bed of roses,
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It is a silent night,
Filled only, with the murmur of the creatures of the night,
The stars, oh the stars are clustered like a bejeweled tiara,
And the moon, a comely damsel shines so brilliantly
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Humans are like that-filled with hatred, spite and jealousy,
Molded creatures that would neither love nor let anyone rest in peace,
They would neither forgive, nor forget in their lives or after that,
They would never care- they would never see,
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The mesmerizing waves circled me,
The salty sea spray tingled my nose,
As I spun around whirling rapidly,
With the bright ocean
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Sometimes when it rains, I stand all alone outside.
Like a mystified being possessed by utter magic,
As the droplets soak my skin,
and slowly move down my bare arms, face and neck,
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'Tis true, I was cowardly back then,
Cowardly, arrogant and payed no heed to others command,
'Tis true, I could never face the harsh truth,
Thinking myself as steadfast and boisterous,
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