Shafna Shamsuddin
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Despondent, and wrinkling inside
Held on to a crumbling wall side
Or should I say, it was
an idea of the wall
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Brother mine
I hold a name as that of thine
For you, its divine
For me somehow entwine
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Different is all I did to be wrong
Different is evil, they said all along
They shun me down in the city of love
Locked me up very high above…
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Raised in a hell, to be scared of lights
Prayed a lot, to get through the nights
Locked up lurking inside a glass cage
Waiting by the doorstep, hoping to fly, before I age
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By the gloomy woods of kismet,
flows a river of silence
On the other side, I see,
the dancing silhouette of desire
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Cursive it was … how you wrote
In black …and used a fountain pen
It was, indeed, a beautiful one
You used the same even back then
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The Battle Of Verses
Despondent, and wrinkling inside
Held on to a crumbling wall side
Or should I say, it was
an idea of the wall
that crumbled in the past,
to everyone's appall
Something that is choking me
A scream, perhaps
Or a tear that faded
Way before it left my eyes
Clouding my sight
to yet another tale
Hurling inside was a battle of verses
And its several realms, prevailing inside
Oozing out every bit of me
Suffocating,
And exclaiming to an end
Yet way before it ends, it needs to exist
Tearing oneself into several truth
Scrutinizing each, vehemently
In the shards of mirror, long broken
And the strain of quarreling truths
dying into the tremors of my qualms
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