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Arfah Afaqi Zia Dec 2016
Three words,
A mixture of emotions,
But in the end all mean the same,
A continuous feeling,
Limited, yet pure,
A cluster of languages,
Different backgrounds,
Some true, filled with integrity,
Some unsure, filled with confusion,
Some gone, filled with hurt,
But in the end all mean the same,
The variance may matter regionally,
East or West,
North or South;
But all these fall in one category,
Some taken ignorantly,
Some taken by heart,
And some in pain,
But in the end all mean the same,
I LOVE YOU, as they say!
  Dec 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
SAF Afaqi
Those two eyes, those two brown eyes,
Deeper than the sea and larger than the skies,
If I look closely, I may get drowned, I fear those two eyes,
Yet they attract me, like a candle to night flies,
To be inside those eyes will be an end,
If I ever reach those eyes, I'll be no more,
My being will be a wink or a twinkle in those eyes,
Yes I like to play, yes I love to sing,
The poetry of silence, the music of quiet,
Played by the heart, and sung by the eyes,
Reflecting the shades of fear and pleasure,
Sometimes serene sometimes disturbed,
Those two eyes, those two brown eyes,
When I look around when I stand by,
My soul reaches and wondering do my eyes,
How can I seek? When can I find?
A permit to be there, saying
"Yes, you are invited, come through my eyes"
Oh those eyes, those two brown eyes
Arfah Afaqi Zia Dec 2016
I fell hopeless and cried,
Not once, a thousand times,
I lost my strength, I died a million times,

I alone had to solve this paradox,
I got baffled but not once, a gazillion times,
I lost my way, I lost myself,

I found integrity in you,
But you broke me apart, piece by piece,
And I lost faith gradually, subsequently,

I was once lively,
Then I lost my soul,
I lost you, I lost us,

You stopped caring,
I perceived nothing but deceit,
But I just couldn't stop loving you.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I have never trusted you
At all!

Beauty lies beyond
Having a flawless body and face,
But your reflection dictates
That the beautiful, imperfect person
That is staring at you,
Is out of place.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why do you set people up
To fall?

There is more to life
Than having a perfect complexion,
There is more to life
Than trying to be "perfection!"

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
If you cannot be kind,
Or find anything nice to say...
Then please, do not speak
At all!

Why don't you tell that vulnerable,
Desperate person,
That's gazing into your guise,
That they don't need to try to fit-in -
Or be wearing a made-up disguise.

And why don't you tell
That poor aching soul,
That loving the skin that they were born in,
Should be their number-one goal!

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Beauty is skin deep -
Don't you know anything...
At all!

By Lady R.F ©2016
  Dec 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Poetic T
Modulated essence of vocalization
does not escape my seized lips.
Motionless they are without movement,
a corpse of inactivity are my verbs.

But when stain white sheets are lingering
in front of my eyes, I'm jested to use movement
of wording to express the convulsions that
expire from my mind to that below.

Seismic episodes expel and what was a land
of undiscovered wealth ruptures forth.
My expression is unformulated but even though
whispers aren't heard, ever syllable is understood.

Even though my vocalization is versed in silence,
every word is throw into the words understanding.
Hear me through muted words of expression that
vocalize from your eyes on my versed words.
Arfah Afaqi Zia Dec 2016
A smile, a kiss a day,
Flushed cheeks, passion filled trance,
A complicated swoon drills in emotion,
A love so vast,
So preciously encased-
Elevates the beating of my heart,
Encages me in this beautiful romance,
A sense of infliction, a recurring obsession,
I tremble at each flashback,
With tears of joy and a twitch full of remembrance,
Replenished sincerity,
A proudness' of you being my man,
Being without you, I can't stand!
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