Farah Taskin Poems

The clang of weapons almost deafens the ears
Why does such strife and division exist?
And after that?
The answer is not known
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Love is like ventriloquism
When someone loves someone, she loses control over herself
He looks at me but can't see me
Am I not worthy of his love at all
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To kids, the universe is a newly unwrapped gift
They are in wonder
With age, the sense of wonder in the soul begins to wither
As people grow up, their sense of wonder dies
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Sipping a cup of black coffee or green tea
I gaze out at the magical, miraculous stars
Taking in the cosmic beauty of my night duty
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Is the colour of the past black and white

A heavy skepticism weighs against these words
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Dreams and desires vary among individuals
Some individuals want to be billionaires, while others want to be page-there celebrities
Some individuals want to join in a think tank
The rest suffocate under a brilliant canopy of waking visions
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I think I will spend my whole life looking up at the sky
I'm a lover of both the ocean and the mountains
I see their shadows even in the skies
Doesn't that sound strange
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Words can't express how special you are to me
I'm crazy about you
All that I'm is yours
You have no idea how special you are to me
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Poetry is the game of words
and the words are small, big, sweet and spicy
Writers enjoy using wordplay
I want to write with new words
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The night deepens
but I can't sleep
I close the door and turn the fluorescent light off
I light a few candles
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