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Sailing in the universe
It was out there
Finding its way towards you.
The storm came
And
Passed
And now
The gentle breeze is seeking you
Like a hug from God.
Sailing in the universe,
It is still out there
And you are still finding your way...just *your* way.
And somehere along the course of this eternity
This collision may happen
But till then,
Hearts may wither
And souls may be lonely.
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Woods smelling of lost souls,
the shore hiding mystic dreams;
mankind is Nature's gift to us alone,
healing wounds; tender hearts.
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arfamasihuddin
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Breath by breath the memories shed themselves,
uncovering the heart within; the statue dismembering.
Long before the oceans dry up,
the lone traveller struggles to reach the shore –
away from the embers of the world,
towards the awaited smile.
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These endless skies are witnesses to promises unkept,
and to love unrequited.
These endless skies are guardians of unmasked integrity,
and of undying loyalty.
These endless skies are long lost lovers of kindness unreturned,
and of humanity burnt.
These endless skies, my friend, are the same;
what is not, is who is under them with you.
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To confine it within scientific jargon, the human body is just a structure of bones covered with flesh, working according to a complex system that took centuries to be discovered — and is still incomplete — but is, in fact, so much more. Emotions, dreams, desires — all of that, you see? And then there’s the inexplicable — almost mystic — feeling of missing something — or someone — that baffles your heart and soul and gently reminds you of how beautiful vulnerability truly is.
So what’s this missing someone or something like? How the orange, crinkling leaves miss the twigs they rested on before the cold wind blew them away? Or how the sunflower craves to be kissed by the sun? Or how after being lost for so long, the sinner looks for the dervish that he’s born to be? Or how you are nostalgic for a dream you dreamt that one winter night when the stars were admiring the lonely moon? Or how you miss hearing your name… just your name; and the heartbeat it carried ever so lightly? Or how a mother misses carrying her child inside her, and then later in her arms, as she watches the child grow into themselves alone? Or how you miss yourself — the innocence in the sacred childhood, the bantering with your best friend in grade three, the carelessness of youth — and long to be acquainted with the real you again, just like you really are, free from the facade that the world requires you to adopt? How you miss God because you’ve been so busy, you think you haven’t heard from Him, when in fact, it’s you He hasn’t heard from? Or how you simply, beautifully miss what you are supposed to miss only so you know how much of you it actually is.
Maybe it’s that. Will we ever know?
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arfamasihuddin
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Standing afar,
and yet,
so near,
I see
the smoke of love
turning into mist.
How can I let myself
feel all of that?
But then,
you are the secret
I share with God.
It is so devastatingly
beautiful,
isn't it,
to fall in love
with how
you loved?
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Hello, Mirakeeyans!
I've been away for some time, but am now back - that, too, with a bang!
You'll be seeing lots of write-ups - mostly stories from the hospital - and poetry. So stay tuned!
You can also follow me on Instagram and Twitter now!
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Best regards,
Arfa Masihuddin.
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saba_saeed
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A house is not a warzone;
Not a place to pull your guns on your own people
Not one where you should need to sleep with eyes wide open
Where heart beats don't have to hammer in your chest
Or your face be with a fake smile frozen.
Your body is not a warzone;
The beat of your heart is not your war march
Your thoughts are not meant to be landmines
Victory will not come with bleeding wrists
There are no weights attached to your spine.
Your heart is not a warzone;
