Get well soon!

 When you know the truth but fabricate lies. When you know it hurts but you say it nice. When you overlook the facts and promote myth, and you say it loudly for your own niche. When you see someone lying in pool of blood but you find it an opportunity to shoot and let it flood. When she seems nothing to you beyond sum of her body parts When you pretend close to God but Ill treat his creations. when you meet someone out of work and forget for ever When someone needs your help and you say 'never'. Whenen you proudly boast of growth and progress Without realizing who paid and what it cost Then I must say you need to see someone who can heal you thee. @saba rizvi.

Hear Me!!!!

 I am tired of cheating lies and fraud. Shattered  by vicissitudes of life and GOD!! Life is deep under thick mud of disappointment and sadness. Have lost all bliss ,peace and calmness The song of pain I hear everywhere, Just want to leave this world and move there. Entangled in the chaos of broken aims and dreams, I have no one to listen to my pain and scream. Hold me! hug me ! and please say you are there!  Come and push me from the threshold  of despair. Just light the lamp of hope and peace. So that 'I '  becomes visible  in the emptiness of me. Say something soothing that makes me unwind to overcome the interference of the exacting mind. Trust me I don't want to leave and be an adage someone who is the only  prop in their crabbed old age.

The decision!!!!

 Picture prompt#Poetry contest #100 words. The decision Seeing you again amidst the thick noise and crowd, dissolved me into my past.She was  me. I smiled but she didn't. May be my overused cliched expression  didn't entice her. She was with him,happy and excited. But too young to travel the Bedouins  territory.  I had coagulated from bleeding dreams. And so did want her today's bliss to be tomorrow's  scream. She become the metaphor of that  moment when I did what she was about to do. I like an yesterday's  leftover wanted to scream to purge the labyrinth  of ages of agony which I and my Ma had. Holding back I tried her to explain.. But she was me and so it was all in vain. Saba Rizvi  ©

Unreal me

That parting moment of retiring sun in the lap of passionate sky. The silent ,subtle pregnant sea with emotions unable to say bye The birds fluttering their wings causing symphony that's magical but dense. And me standing beside the sea trying to hold it back with strength. How close is this canvas of time which sketches vividly the portrait of my life. I could see patches of wounds,hurt and humiliation in the myriad mirror of sea. I want to disinherit this past which is threaded in the eye of time and smile And enjoy the ephemeral moment of sunshine..

Prompt dream # 100 words poem

# Butterfly dance#100 words #prompt dream When the night churns the intense darkness, And the soul beneath the self starts to melt.. When one rehearse the ritual of sleep, And the dream enters in that tranquil trance.. It heals the wounds the dying day has inflicted and crumbles the reality under fantasy . It leads me to revisit my swaying desires and makes me experience the unfathomable happiness..  But that mirage of happiness starts to bother me, it puts me to clamour. Before it precipitates and  my dream paralyses, I open my eyes with tears to give present it's due..
Picture prompt#100 words poem Beyond you!! Walking alone among many, uravelled all,  I created nothing around me Except sum of decaying body parts.. You morphed me into a clown who danced on your rhymes It's good to be reborn and yes ! I decided to perfect the present continuous. No more the owner of your opaque tall walls or the handmaiden of your desires, But being Me beyond you. It's never too late and so tried my best I sang danced and laughed Without noticing the mock look around Are they are not happy to see me play? Or may be the dead peacock cant make a savoury display.. 

Mask of hope

'All is well that ends well! 'How deceptive!  Can you harvest again the barren fields of past? Can an orphan of situation be ever happy again?? Can crawling through corpses of aims and dreams, one can ever get space to walk straight? Which maths do you do calculate that this sacrifice of mine will pay good in the unprecedented? Hope is one word, a verbose of positive alphabets Time sheds each letter and unmasked reality encounters. So snap out this delusion and mask of 'all is well' Nothing becomes the same We just get accustomed to the time frame.

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