Polaroids hanging ,
In such a thin wire makes me anxious.
Will it hold the hefty جزبات ?
What if it falls and shatters ,
the only thing that anchoring me into you?
Every monsoon I think of us ,
Seems like you've filled yourself with selflessness and forgetfulness.
Phonecalls that was once in a bluemoon couldn't even match with the intimacy of emotions I was yearning for.
Distance between us was lengthier
Than our love , maybe that's why I gave up ,
Gave up on us.
I found my منزل in you, but you found yours in the love for your country.
When you said you'll be back ,
I wish you didn't,
Since I knew how you'd be back.
Note:
جذبات - Emotions
منزل - destiny
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Gravestones of survival.
Poetry~People often misunderstand my gravestones of survivals into piece of art.~ Random pieces of poetry.
