Writing

August 11th, 2007 by Abeer Fatima ( 1,094 Views )

The stretches of lines and dots scratched on paper. Dragged from a person’s delicate fibre of being and belief. Tantamount to drawing blood for ink. The very innermost feelings seldom reach the paper. Random musings scatter like droplets of blood on the wind. The deeper veins are difficult to cut and spill.

But maybe that only happens when one is having difficulty writing their emotions.

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ice awan
August 13th, 2007 18:59 GMT
Oblivious Plains

He sits in a dark corner of my heart
Waiting for the silver lined clouds to cry
Paradox of steaming ice water to die
Finding a path in the twisted veins of life
Not looking for shadows of hope in lights
Solving the spiral avenues of this isolated fight

He believes in the dark corner of my heart
Twisted
For someone to light a candle
And whisper a word in his deaf ears
To unravel his scrambled arms
And drink the salt of his fears

He grieves in the dark corners of my heart
Brilliant death of his core, death of his name
Slamming back against the walls, breaking bones
Insane

She observes from the silent corners of my heart
Thinking, �Insane�
Absorbing the aroma of still dying flowers
On stage this infinite game
Ignoring the sting of his arrogant eyes
Describing the depth of his smiling lies
She recoils silently
From the silent corners of my heart
2

Abeer Fatima
August 16th, 2007 01:35 GMT
uth oye! now that’s called poetry. Deep.
3

ice awan
August 16th, 2007 15:31 GMT
hahahahhh @ uth oye :P
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ice awan
August 16th, 2007 16:35 GMT
you have committed a mistake by encouraging me :P now i’d bombard you with all the works :P … here is something for you ponder on

A Divine Perspective of Life

Speak to me angles they do
Say, hold on, with bleeding hands
Hold on to this flimsy evidence of life
Let those memories seep through your veins
Nay, touch them, absorb them
Hear them saturate every beat of your heart
And when tired of this empty journey
Make up for all the mistakes you made in life
Live, live in your majestic madness
Or a life drenched in seductive sadness
But live
For this cold, dark night of silver silence
Will speak to you one day, someday
Thus live
5

Abeer Fatima
January 21st, 2008 01:45 GMT
Wow! Truth be said, it took me this long to understand it truly. If only all uderstood this truth. Bring it on then. Publishing a book soon?
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Ice Awan
January 23rd, 2008 00:38 GMT
WOW .. there was Aug 07 and then there is Jan 08 ….
and she appears again … but appreciated .. atleast you thought of writing …. anyways ….. book .. naah .. dont have kinda money … and am not gonna ask my father anymore
plus . who’s buy it .. i like my self ..but i am not really fond of buying … 599 copies .. of my own book … not 600 . since youd be buying one .. for sure :P .. u have to .. you got me into this mess

care for another round of poem … i told you .. i d bombard you with it .. /:
too bad the delay in bombardment … … this is a weird one .. tell me what you make out of it .. id be waiting ..

Yardstick

Blood lines write in strange words

Stories never told for centuries

People trace their destiny, never look back

Blood clots, does not die

Nightmares appear in morning brilliance

Wet warmth of her tongue

On his abdomen slabs

Running a race no one won

Playing a game of irrational lust

Digging in to the last depths

Colossal waves of snow and mud

Right down the lumpy throats

Fated for eternity

Lost

Sands of glassy shores cry today

Orgasmic end of a mechanical worship
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Ice Awan
January 26th, 2008 02:21 GMT
i just felt like writing something …. and well here is one … i dont even know why i wrote it …. was just in a strange mood .. i guess …….

RED

Come, talk to me in black and white
Come, slow down the winds in my eyes
Why does this all seem red?
Where have my colors gone?
May stay away, still burn within me
Come for you bring my solitude to your doors
Come and hook me to your lonesome nights
God’s sake, dig your nails in my back again
Once, just once let me be colors again
Kill me, I am never going to die
Kill me, for I live on forever
In your breath
In your buried sighs and saline tears
In your besieged times, in your hollow smiles
In your malignant strength and inquiring fears
Feel the pulse in my forbidden worships
Just one color
Just red

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