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rabia Aug 25
Aimless, still there stands the piano
Its soothing nocturne was heard long ago
Now for many years this house has been silent
Hidden in a hill looking back to old, glamorous days, with longing
The countesses and queens were laughing in that corner
The kings and commanders were making invasion plans in this chamber
The music was ceaseless
People danced rejoicefully
The paintings are no longer wearing a vibrant palette recently
The wooden furniture is groaning
It’s a forgotten place and negligible
As much as the memories were created in
Now it’s called history.
rabia Aug 25
Tonight I stood on the edge of the road
as always.
I witnessed lover’s kisses,children’s tears and so many dog’s wrenching  barks.
I watched lives of many couples in their old apartments across the road that I am guarding.
My light shows the way to the lost and mislaid.
My presence gives courage to young kids.
Although tonight something eerie happened as I shivered in my spot,
A man in black passed by me and hid in a dark corner, peeking with his big, brown eyes
Then a young, pretty woman in a white dress appeared,unaware of the danger, gliding with her own shine leading her way to her last steps
The man crawled behind her with intention to commit a ******
I stood there in silence, in such an anguish desperately waiting
Then the woman  fell on the floor, so lightly, so quietly
As much as the man walked away from the corner he appeared.
Then it started drizzling over the dead body of her, she laid there on the cold and ***** surface, the dogs have started barking while the crows are cawing,and I am looking at the old building to see a young woman’s perplexed face at the window who just witnessed what I did as well, luckily.
rabia Aug 17
There is a garden blooming with peonies
Whispering lullabies into the moon
A twittering swallow in the corner
Bringing the news from heavens
The drops of rain and moonlight
Sleeping now with peace
All of the creatures
Until dawn and the sun dries the feathers
Summer is in ıts way
While the peonies are waking up
Protected from the earthly pains
Their eyes on the sky and waving at the sun
rabia Aug 17
your pain is yours

how about others pain

can you own them

take them to your heart

can you let the tears wash you

with their pain and burn ur cheeks

with hot tears

will you hold their hand while they're getting up

will you look in their eyes with a  blurry vision

will you announce to the whole world

there is a human,a mother,a child

crying for help

"humans" are on the crime scene

the eyes on the occupied land

The genocide

do you have a heart

that aches and fights back with its whole existence

fights back with all the words and stones

and acts of resistance

by Rabia

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