The Suppressed Pain

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The Suppressed pain is often bled in writing because it is the only path which allows blood of sorrow to flow and reach its destination. ~ Umair R. ~

 

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You’re the Pain that I Enjoy

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You are the pain that lingers within my bones,

You are the blood that flows in my flesh.

Like an unsaid musing, or incomplete poem,

You are the conflicts in my head that often clash.

 

The baffling mystery which I seek to solve,

The murky treasure that give me a thrill.

Like stormy winds which starkly revolve,

Or like a peaceful lake which remains still.

 

You’re the secret which I can’t unfold,

Enchanting, delightful and the bold.

The chemistry between us remains vague,

But the conflict can’t make the tie break.

 

The image of yours, I have in my head,

May not resemble with you as I said.

You will remain pretty and adorable,

Nothing can make you less desirable.

 

~ Umair R. ~

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The Best is Yet to Come

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Don’t settle for the less
The best is yet to come
What’s this haste for,
Just to have some,
When you can get more,
Because you deserve better
Why to choose less.
Be patient and wait,
And have faith,
The best is yet to come.
~Umair R.~

 

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Mob of Self-Worshipers

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I don’t fit in the society

that is clustered by,

the self- worshipers,

exposing their perishable selves,

to seek validation from the peers.

In return, praising them like,

trading the appreciation.

Rather,

I pursue something more meaningful,

than the mere appearances,

Something that is substantial,

which makes you unique,

Your art, your individuality ,

making you distinctive ,

in the mob of similar beings.

~Umair R.~

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There is a Way !!

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In the gloomy night,

Directed by the moon light

There is a way.

In the dark clouds of sadness

There is a ray of hope saying

There is a way.

Beneath the disappointed face,

See the hidden smile,

Which is ready to cherish.

Followed by the rough winds,

After the thunder storms,

There comes the sunshine,

Whispering softly,

Don’t give up,

There is a way.

~ Umair R. ~

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Show Me Your Soul

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Show me your scars
On the soul
That is not visible
by the naked eye

Show me your pain
That
You hide so well
beneath your smile
Show me the wounds
On your skin
That disappeared with
The passage of time
But
Which still bleed
In your writing

Open up your heart
And Tell me about

Your fear and insecurities
Share with me
Your haunting thoughts
That don’t let you sleep
Introduce me with
The monsters that reside
Inside your head
And..
Show me your body
Every shattered piece
That has a story to tell
Unfold yourself
Layer by layer
I want to see
Your real self
Put off that mask
That you wear
In public
Tell me,
That you are not strong
As you appear
That you are empty from inside
And need to be filled
With care and affection
Admit it,
That you need me
Believe it,
You too deserve love.

~Umair R.~

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Knocking at the Same door

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Why do I go there

Knowing,

There’s nothing new for me

Why do I knock at the same door

Over and over again

Knowing,

It will not be opened for me

Nobody is there to greet me

Then,

Why does my heart build

Expectations,

Maybe to get disappointed

Over and over again

Each time,

In different ways..

By different people

I don’t know..

Whether I belong to that place

Whether it owe me anything

But also,

I don’t know..

Where do I belong to exactly,

To the place where

My ideal resides

Where my eyes see

Materialization of the dream

that I saw in my youth

where emotions and feelings

Blossom even in rough times

Where there is a support

And a shoulder to rely on

Where love is appreciated

Without any discrimination

Where I am free to express

What I feel

Where,

There is someone to listen

To my rants and grievances

Where I won’t be judged for

What I have experienced

Willingly or unwillingly

I don’t know..

Whether such place existed

In this physical world

But,

My heart desire

To go to that place anyway,

By all means,

I will keep knocking at that door

Over and over again

Knowing,

Only silence & disappointment

Would greet me

Every time,

With more intensity

With more sincerity.

~Umair R.~

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Words

I love W O R D S,
They are magical.
Through this instrument of ecstasy,
I get detached from the illusion of this world.
And create my own reality,
A feeling that doesn’t need acceptance.
The truth which doesn’t require explanation.

~Umair R.~

When I Fail to Talk

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When I realize, I can’t talk well

I open my laptop,

And start to write..

So that I feel worthy enough

Capable of sharing ideas,

And influence minds..

With every realization,

Of my inability to talk,

I come up with a piece,

That speaks my mind,

Worthy of listening

And worth sharing

~Umair R.~