Biography of Fathimath Farha
I started writing poems when i was 13. My English teacher was the one who supported me all the way and has been the inspiration of everything i did after. I compose poems when i feel the words rushing to come out and its just all instantaneous so some of them might need alot of editing or some may just be lame. But i really dont care because i believe i write poems to cleanse my mind of stuff i rather have out.
Fathimath Farha Poems
Don’t ask me why. If I walk away, when you call me. Forgive me.
**i Hope You Read This One Day
Its a really funny thing. I smile at the thought of it. Here I am, lying under the blue blue sky, With the cool breeze caressing my tears. Its not the first time and I'm sure it won't be my last.
To, The Wind, The only one who, Seems to be listening.
I Just Want To Love You
Did you ever realize, That when I look at you, I see nothing else but you?
* I Still Love Him
she asks me why. why did i do something i'd regret? why did i let go of something i know i cant live without? and i just stare back. i don't know.
My heart aches, Painful. My head spin, Dizzy.
He, Who created the universe. He, Who crafted from nothing.
Love the wind blowing on your face? Smile when joy comes your way? Do you fume when someone tests your limits? Do you weep for someone you’ve lost?
Like a lone leaf swaying in the breeze, Like a deer creeping in the jungle. Like a flower living be ceased, Like my hopes, left to dangle.
Death Of Love
His bright blue eyes stared back, At the one wielding the sword, Placed on his neck, pressing, so hard, A little skin gave way, blood seeped out.
My Fictional Love
He jumped, he ran, After the killer, With a gun in his clutch, He bleeds from wounds unknown,
No Longer Have A Father
I no longer have a father, I know he’s not coming back, Sometimes I wish it didn’t matter, When I know he’ll never walk through that door again,
Let Them Fall...
I thank god. I thank the power in His might. For all that I was given and am still receiving. But most of all, I thank Him for you. I thank Him for gifting me the most wonderful person.
My Little Box Of Memories
My little box of memories, Brimming with visions no on else can see. My little chest of treasure, Amassed with value that ruptures all measure.
There They Sit
The stars shine bright in the beautiful night sky,
She sits and stares ahead waiting,
The trees quivered in the silent wind, shy
Of all the loving touch she needs.
A little cub sneaks beside her, lays its head on her lap,
She instinctively ran her slim fingers through its fur.
And there it sleeps, its eyes closing in for a nap.
As she sang to it in the silent air.