i_faha

Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way.

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  • i_faha 13h

    What a travesty,
    such a tragedy!

    the way we vibed
    like fugtives finding one
    from their secret tribe
    & the way we fell apart
    like a loose button slipped
    off your onyx black shirt

    we were oh, so similar
    but never quite the same
    like I teased you with pleasure
    but you were turned on by pain

    ~faha

    #writersnetwork #mirakee

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    too late to head back
    too early to try again

    ~faha

  • i_faha 2d

    The goal isn’t to live forever,
    the goal is to create something that will.
    - Chuck Palahniuk

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #colour #wod

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    Relax, mighty King
    no mutiny is out there to trick

    unwind the gnarled kinks
    permit thee, a free kick

    roll over the blades of grass
    have you tried to smell the sky?

    disrobe the cloaks of class
    deconstruct and simplify

    the wind grazing your cheek
    the koel that seduces with a song

    the hills that refused to speak
    had whispered, in fact, all along

    soak into your jaded senses
    breathe in the bouquet of hues

    embrace the consequences
    or cease by the golden armour you choose

    ©i_faha

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    hara-kiri

  • i_faha 1w

    फ़र्ज़ निभाते निभाते कुछ यूँ फ़र्ज़ी भी बन गए
    मर्ज़ी छिपाते छिपाते कुछ यूँ मर्ज़ भी

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 1w

    Cold feet

    he swallowed me in,
    through his reluctant eyes
    dissolving me within his tears
    I followed him in,
    drifting through the slide
    freefalling across my fears

    I slid and slid, with an ego and an id
    hanging on for sweet life
    a fumble, a plunge
    a tumble, a lunge
    slashing the harness with a palette knife
    a bungle, a crash
    a stumble, a splash
    and I finally rammed
    through his thick walled, muscular heart

    but these poets spoke of hearts
    like it's a piece of raw art
    a garden blooming with freesia
    a land of honey and milk
    with sands of satin and silk
    where worries vaporise like amnesia
    woody vines of globules green
    climbing all over its walls
    where passion floods like waterfalls
    and whiffs of lavender careens

    but this reeked of fresh blood
    reverberating with distant thuds
    boom boom boom boom..
    chambers & alleys of a crimson room
    dark and uneasy, stark and queasy
    the walls collapsing
    tightening with affection
    the valves prolapsing
    and a gush of projections

    I skedadled, puncturing through his chest
    I straggled, frantic and undressed
    but I ran and ran
    sore and afraid
    of the gore and the retrograde
    then turned around to see
    his head crouching over his knee
    and I couldn't help but feel mortified
    at the gaping hole I'd left behind
    tormented and suffering
    by all that will be and all that has been

    -faha

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    i apologize for I've wronged
    to have accused you with such aplomb

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 3w

    Does it exhaust you
    as well?

    staying inert
    staying alert
    not to believe everything
    your mind wants you to feel

    with all these
    thoughts on a stampede
    squashing each other
    to be the first one
    to be felt

    it feels like a battleground
    in here, where I must
    conquer my battles
    to win the war


    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 3w

    Not all bois are the same,
    But all locker rooms are..

    #writersnetwork #mirakee

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    How you bin?

    that boy with folktales in his eyes
    and wilted lillies in his hand
    the one with the gruff but gentle voice
    who plays you like his choicest toys
    one among his ampersand

    if you open your soiled heart
    to his leftover meals
    then don't wonder why you start
    to smell like rotten banana peels

    meanwhile
    he meticulously lines his bins
    before he subtly lets you in
    so when he's had enough
    of your gunk
    he packs his stuff
    and withdraws his junk
    holds his breath for a minute to linger
    when out of your depth
    then shows you the finger

    swiftly bags your trash
    and calls you the whore
    clears his incognito cache
    and sends you packing
    outside his door

    if there's nothing you would do
    then you probably deserve that
    to let him walk all over you
    just proud to be his favourite doormat

    -fh

  • i_faha 4w

    वो मोहब्बत है इसलिए जाने दिया
    अगर ज़िद होती तो आज बाँहों में होती।

    - A eulogy for Irfan Sir

    #writersnetwork #mirakee

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    we all knew it was coming
    we just didn't know when
    and then when it does
    it feels like a punch on
    our face in slow motion
    with dolby surround sound
    that echoes within the four
    walls of our consciousness
    like the eerieness of
    evening bells in unison,
    like the ferocious black waves
    of an ocean,
    like the vibrations of an early
    morning call,
    still doesn't feel real.
    This can't be it.
    This is not how it was
    supposed to end.
    I wasn't ready for it.
    I need a little more.
    like a season's cliff hanger
    I waited for a plot twist
    like a morbid nightmare
    I paused for it to end,
    but nobody woke me up
    for my eyes are wide open
    staring at nothingness
    but my heart is asleep with
    grief.

    the strength with which
    you held on was fierce,
    and the grace with which
    you've left is violent..
    an aftermath of quiet
    a disturbing blanket of peace
    it feels silly to be numb
    by a stranger's departure
    maybe that is the impact of
    a genuine artist who is
    taken for granted
    when he's alive and cried upon
    only after he's buried.

    ©i_faha

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    the strength with which
    you held on was fierce,
    and the grace with which
    you've left is violent..

    -faha

  • i_faha 4w

    वाह रे वाह दुनिया
    गज़ब है तेरा दोहरा खेल
    मर्द करे तोह राँझा
    औरत करे तोह रखैल

    एक से उसूल हो तेरे
    औकात तभी नुक्ता चीनी का
    सफर से सिफर, बिना फ़ेरे
    है कामिनी से कमिनी का

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 4w

    I wanted to write about something that didn't remind me of you. And so I didn't. Until now. I give in now, indulging in the diluted microdoses of your thoughts. Now that I'd staved myself off you, it's all the more satiating. Just enough to give me a kick while ensuring I don't fall, not again into this quagmire called love? Nah, addiction. That's what it is. Or was. An oxytocin rush, a dopamine douche, an adrenaline surge. And what wouldn't we give to experience the high again? Well nothing. that's about damn right. Too broke & too broken to give away any more free fucks. Pay for it maybe with some more vulnerability and I'd let you buy me a drink sometime.

    -faha

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    I never knew I was addicted,
    until I tried to stop
    - anonymous

  • i_faha 5w

    this house of cards we've stealthily built,
    on wobbly pillars of desire and guilt

    delicately balanced
    complicatedly nuanced
    a fluid and slow dance
    a tiptoeing trance
    a duel between yores and morrows
    b'tween pleasures and sorrows
    b'tween confusion and curiosity
    b'tween trust and honesty

    we battle on and on for control
    we tattle on and on for another soul
    achingly aware that at the core of our hostilities
    is the front door of our vulnerabilities

    an Eden where the fire longs to be consumed
    a freedom where tender desires bloomed

    we laid down our weapons
    and played down our pretence
    exhilarated, adding another layer of height
    annihilated yet again by the first rays of sunlight

    the night bursting open into ambers and pinks
    the walls lay broken, ambushed are the kinks
    the blushing dawn peeps through the curtain
    the flushing pheromones steeps through the uncertain

    walking in on moments so pure and tragic
    she leaves behind a souvenir, drops of her magic
    the heat mellows into warmth with her cold touch
    and a house of cards crumbles with just so much

    -faha

    #writersnetwork #mirakee

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    I dew,
    dew you?

    -faha