Biography of Safiyyah Manjra
My poems are a nurtured collection of my experiences in life, written metaphorically to give the reader the gist and efficacy of the actual aspect.
Safiyyah Manjra Poems
Those warm showers at night, Which comfort us before sleep. The kiss,
To me Mathematics is an Art. See things differently, Every new implication is another discovery.
I always have this urge to feed someone, Be someone they can rely on, Take care of them and feel as one.
From Me To Me.
What would be a nice gift for myself? I thought of maybe a new bracelet, Or a shoe with a comfortable fit.
Torn between worlds, Shattered between decisions, To find a life longing profession.
Kiss me, Beneath the stars in the cold night, That I may stand strong and not fright. Brush your fingers through my hair,
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Why I Became A Peer-Helper
So they asked me why I became a peer helper? The answer was simple because I genuinely didn't want to see students suffer. Any longer.
Never Ending Love.
I want you to really say those words this time, The ones which make my mind intertwine. It has been too long with this tension.
You Never Know
Part of each painful story, Written with ink called pain. It's the family you never came home to. The efforts which made you cry.
Pleasures You Bring.
Earlier today we had chats, Little things we recollect in our minds, Those conjuring chimes.
A Favour To Kill.
Sometimes I am totally unaware, Of feelings which develop and lead to total despair. The night before having a dream so close to you, Waking up to seeing you… not there,
What troubles me is when girls and boys find each other, Temporary and for pleasure, But not forever. Yet they invest so much time which isn't cleaver.
Theory Of Rejection.
Knowing you can overcome your difficulties, Is one of the most treasured beliefs. I don't think one can truly grow,
You don't write in agony,
Just as you won't love for sympathy,
But there's no telling you wouldn't.
You are right, as I really don't know you,
I am saddened by the multiple choices I have stabbed you with.
What have I done exactly?
I've found it.