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I Write Short Stories, Poems & Quotes And That's How My World Makes Sense To Me.

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  • poetricjournal 11w

    We build
    bridges for
    the people

    Who won't
    even lift
    a brick
    for us.
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  • poetricjournal 14w

    You smile,
    And the whole world
    smiles back

    How could your
    smile
    Not be magic?
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  • poetricjournal 14w

    wri
    ting is
    threading
    your           life
    thro             ugh
    a ne           edle
    and         if 
    you sew
    secrets
    you'll
    get
    po
    ke
    d
    a
    l
    i
    t
    t
    l
    e
    .
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  • poetricjournal 15w

    Meet me
    in all
    the places
    where you
    looked for
    love,
    But couldn't
    find.
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  • poetricjournal 15w

    Darling,
    Even if you tear me to pieces,
    Or even if you reduce me to ashes,
    I would still go back and give you my heart.
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  • poetricjournal 15w

    White Rabbit: What is the hardest thing you've ever done?
    Alice: Loving someone despite knowing the outcome.
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  • poetricjournal 16w

    "How long
    is forever?"
    Asked the
    young boy.
    The old
    man smiled.
    "Sometimes just
    one second."
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  • poetricjournal 16w

    A day will certainly come,
    As sure as we breathe.
    When our creator will ask of us,
    What we did to aid the oppressed?

    On that day,
    As surely as who created you,
    Created me too.
    It will not only be about religion,
    But also about humanity.

    When carefully planned and organised jets,
    Launched rockets
    To bomb populated refugee camps,
    Schools and apartment blocks.

    At a defenceless opposition
    Without an air force or navi,
    Heavy weapons and artillery,
    Command or armour.

    That's not a war, that's never a war!
    It's murder!
    It's a total cold blooded massacre!

    As a woman shot in the stomach,
    Gives birth to a cold blue baby.
    And a world across oceans changes
    Channel turning into the next world cup champion.

    It was never about taking sides
    Israel vs Palestine!
    There is a truth,
    To which we must remove the blindfold of ignorance.

    Searching for a voice of right
    Amongst the crisis of pain, hatred and anger.
    The sign in a city
    Where there is too much to see.

    Finding peace amongst people who are not ours.
    Because I see hypocrisy of nations,
    Who stand for human rights
    But only when the human shares a matching ideology.

    I see hypocrisy amongst media,
    Where a million wounds and shades of blood,
    Are inked into black and white letters.
    Today I read, "An Israelian was killed whilst a dozen of Palestinians died."

    They turned humans into numbers,
    Quantitative data.
    They couldn't possibly desensitize it any further.
    I mean look at the verbs in which they phrased that.

    I see hypocrisy amongst Muslims,
    Who stand equal and united.
    Yet they too turns back
    When the interest is not beneficial
    And the pitiful nation falls divided.

    Whether it is prayer,
    A striker, a boycott or vigil,
    A protest or petition,
    Maybe even a donation.

    There's a thousand way to help,
    But very few who do.
    So what did you do?
    Was it out of sight, out of mind for you?

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    What Did You Do

    There's a thousand way to help,
    But very few who do.
    So what did you do?
    Was it out of sight, out of mind for you?
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  • poetricjournal 16w

    I loved you for 1095 days of summer
    And 2047 days of winter
    I added 500 more days to March just to see you more
    And 965 more days to October to love you
    I loved you so much that I lost the count
    I went to the nearest store
    And bought everything I could get my hands on
    The shopkeeper sold me a soap for my skin,
    Green tea for health,
    Some nice perfume
    There was nothing to make the heart forget things
    I asked her ten times if I should leave
    Hoping she'd ask me to stay a bit longer
    She didn't
    I was no longer mad at you
    I grew my hair long
    And tucked your memories all over my locks
    I didn't comb my hair for hundred days
    So that your memories don't fall off
    My mama called my hair mess
    And I wanted to ask her, "does it smell of her?"
    But I didn't
    So I went to the store again
    This time to the shoplift love
    The shopkeeper told me I won't find such stupid, useless stuff there
    I laughed at the way he called love "stupid, useless stuff"
    I laughed so much that I cried
    I didn't ask if I should leave
    I left
    I thanked God for not putting me into a family of cardiologists
    In my sleep, I stole the flute of Ranjha,
    Playing which he had mesmerized heer
    Next morning, I burnt all the Shakespeare's books
    And patted my heart for saving Ophelia
    And laughed that now Romeo won't kiss Juliet
    Rosalind won't meet Orlando
    That their mother won't call them mess
    I promised I won't write you another poem
    I cursed you
    I wondered if you ever told your mother anything about me
    If you read this, tell your mother the boy still writes you poems
    He doesn't know how to stop, where to stop, and when to stop
    He struggles with fullstops in his sentences
    His poems are as structureless as his love,
    As long and messy as his hair
    (Just things put together hastily)
    Asking, "does it smell of her?" to everybody who reads them
    Tell her the boy loved you and it fu***d him up
    That he may be a bad poet,
    Or a bad shoplifter
    But he's even worse lover
    He loved you
    Too much even when he shouldn't have-
    Tell her he loved you and you lost him.

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    A Love By The Years

    Tell her the boy loved you and it fu***d him up
    That he may be a bad poet,
    Or a bad shoplifter
    But he's even worse lover
    He loved you
    Too much even when he shouldn't have-
    Tell her he loved you and you lost him.
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  • poetricjournal 16w

    Don't shut
    my eyes
    off when
    I'm dead.
    She might
    be coming!
    How come
    I not
    see her?!
    ©poetricjournal