Sumaya Aijaz Poems

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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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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This silence.
These heavy eyes.
This throbbing heart.
These numb fingers.
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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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Letting it all out-

From forgotten boxes,
from dust laden shelves,
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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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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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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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