Sumaya Aijaz

Tried to be hard,
but couldn't.
Tried to act fast,
but couldn't.
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Somethings rest there
Everything so close and near
Lies the fire and fear,
Every hook, nook and tear.
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Oh, I want the words to breathe-
When at the gate lies a rose wreath
When silence swells and nothing speaks
When nothing seems, even if it seeks
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At the banks of a quiet lake,
clenched fists hold their silence.
Tranquility, a beautiful queen,
covers the fury resting beneath.
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Before calling someone 'mine'-
know they can turn to wine.
Before writing a single line,
know it may become your sign.
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Some people travel on same train as we,
station meant to be one, but a twist I see.
It was meant to be same yet somehow,
Don't know when the script flipped or how.
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A book there, on that shelf,
evoked questions to ask myself.
Empty cover, not adorned with elf -
still, it was taken from that shelf.
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If I can touch a soul
lost within the rain,
then all my days upon this earth
Shall not be in vain.
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On a stage, I was placed.
I stood there, only gazing,
my eyes wandering through the scene;
everything felt strangely serene.
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This silence.
These heavy eyes.
This throbbing heart.
These numb fingers.
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Eyes opened into the heart of night,
Darkness gathered without a light.
A silent cry rose with all its might,
As though life itself were held too tight.
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Why are you roaming?
At the dusk, at the dawn,
Amidst this rain, amidst thin haze,
While water keeps sweeping
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Yes, I want to write
But then,
They will call poets author's of misery.
With a deep breath, I swallow
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It struck me when he wrote,
I cried for shoes beneath my feet,
Until I saw a man with none.
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Not always does warmth mean heat,
Sometimes it is love so deep and sweet.
Like water kept in an earthen pot,
Or flowers blooming when the world is not.
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He knows how to trick-
To destroy walls brick by brick.
Pain begins with just a prick,
Then spreads like fire quick.
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Letting it all out-

From forgotten boxes,
from dust laden shelves,
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