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  Aug 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Nishu Mathur
I would love to be summer to your heart 
And autumn to brightly colour your days 
Winter too - in her graceful beauty 
And spring in all her glorious array 

I would love to be the summer rain 
That falls on you from an open sky 
Or the winter's welcome golden sun 
That warms and touches with a smile

I would love to be that blowing breeze 
That sings  the sweetest melodies 
The joy of seasons - that lifts the heart
Shielding you neath love's canopy
Arfah Afaqi Zia Aug 2016
Tired of justifying,
Tired of satisfying,

How denying can you be?
How cruel and viscous can you be?

I never asked for too much,
All I said was believe me,

But you don't care about me,
All you care about is what society thinks,

I've been trying too hard,
I've made efforts for you to smile and appreciate me,

But you're so cold hearted,
You're so patronizing in front of people,

You try to push me away,
I still try my best to stay rigid and love you till the end.
Arfah Afaqi Zia Aug 2016
Contouring each cheek bone,
Defining each bump,
With exquisiteness you were made,

A color palette used to make those beautiful eyes,
With your creamy white skin,
Emerald lenses were made that incremented your beauty,

Your hair so brown,
Fall on your face,
With your tone they reflect your appearance,

Each and every part of you-
Was made with such tenderness,
You were made with such love,

The power of surgeries,
The usage of makeup,
Or any other thing cannot make you perfect,

If God has made you this way,
Maybe you're tempting and attractive this way,
So why change yourself and fiddle with His gift?
  Aug 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
TKO
It's been going on three years now,
It gets worse and I talk about it less.
Three years of swimming upstream
In a river of cognitive stress.

I don't recall what it's like
To feel rested after a restful night.
I don't remember not feeling high
Simply because all of the lights are too bright.

Friends presume that all is well
But it hinders me every day.
It is a dim room with stagnant air.
Grey clouds that never change.

I can't keep up anymore,
It's far too much of a strain,
Ever since the incident long ago
That bludgeoned and blunted my brain.

I trudge through every day
Shoes weighted with lead.
It feels like a dream
Because it's all in my head.
  Aug 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
TKO
Caught in a vortex of
Undeniable thoughts.

Red on my shoulder
Reading Salem's Lot.

Contemplating the Flame and
The tick of the clock.

No need to worry
If I don't get caught.
  Aug 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
TKO
Seaside Melodies
Fire-lit Stars
Ocean-like Eyes
Halfway to Mars
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Waterfall Mist
Mending Stitches
Lavender Lips
&
Stolen Kisses
  Aug 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Raghu Menon
It is just blank
empty
void
hollow
just noise
just nothing, but
idiotic and
stupid
...
..
.
the promises
the poor get
..
.
the News channels...
and the news readers
..
.
the life
of the ordinary
..
.
the politicians
and their doings
..
.
the schools
and the "education" they provide
..
.
the food
the tastes of the poor
..
.
the health
and health factories (hospitals)
..
.
the relations
and the value systems
..
.

It is just blank
empty
void
hollow
just noise
just nothing, but
idiotic and
stupid
...
..
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