Suhel Akram

did you notice me,
i am confused and pale,
i am dark red in pain
what is the mistake i have commited
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Every time I was there,
waiting for you,
trying to make you feel,
the love i have for you,
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Tonight is the time,
Let's climb up the mountain,
And never peep down
It's the time,
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It is ok,
if you no more
is interested in me,
no more you wanna,
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why is it always?
when i walk out in day
the sun starts burning,
to melt up the crust,
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A week passed
With lights fading away,
Day by day.
The sun growing dark,
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I find the walls around me crumble
yet I am not here to bulid it up.
the roofs of the cell shower on me,
still I stand erect and keep on it,
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The fields down in the valley,
Covered with sight just dreamy,
Referring a story to bed,
Just before the sleep,
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Ended the lane just at an eve,
To an entrance dark, lone and deep,
The lights doth turned down,
Paths crazy just go round,
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The lane lay clean,
With not even a dumped grain.
The dogs away in the huts,
With sloping tails and mouth shut.
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The tiring sun is out again,
With a bundle of pains in chain.
Starting a new unending life with,
Blind hopes and dark nights and deep breath,
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Thee;
conceit complacency of consecration;
Thy;
ardor sense caressing my mind in whisper,
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Abject clot of blood dropped from crest,
sponged wet down in plethora of least,
line ends up with zilch in laundered twist,
not for it a ocular except the cenotaph desolate,
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The barren fields suffering drought,
bludgeoned in the star's scorching calefact,
abraded by the corpulent head of hammer,
vis-a-vis mixed acrimony of the farmer.
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Submerged in pain of betrayal,
punishment of no mistakes,
ignored for no reasons,
left for someone in seasons,
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conflagration of senses dancing bee,
amalgamation of melody touch singing branches pine tree,
fulgent pattern of sunlight see every when its free,
ambled me guest of morningtide set liberal my dreams of thee.
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Riding athwart alpine of aversion,
traverse the woods of confusion,
I ambled meandering to step,
in acreage mine oculars set grap,
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who are you?
do i be thy flesh?
why doth i palpate thee?
For you hath be omnipotent Jehovah.
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ambling thee; lands beneath fields of wealds,
downplaying spells of leshy to in burning woods,
retching thou melancholies past estuary Gerald,
footprint land grow blossom across gardens grilled,
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hath not oust doze flee my eyne ere flurry,
look-alike cotton-ball flakes not down yet to carry
mire solidifying. doth spread not woes worry,
nor doth chivalry book served in Indian curry,
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