Taliban's terror!

Urdu poetry - qataa - kambal

Urdu poetry - qataa - kambal

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Urdu poetry - qataa - kambal - Taliban

when I

finally understood

that you were broken

it became easier to love you,

and

to let you go.

*

it was not my fault that

you

didn’t know how to love

me,

you just didn’t know how

Dil Araam's fantastic solution to the chess problem!

I went through my spring days in a daze,

my body and mind were there in presence but my spirit nowhere

But when the world gets quiet, the mask of denial falls off like a skin I’ve outgrown,

The spell of delusion that your heart still beats for me finally breaks,

with my last ounce of strength I collect the scattered pieces of myself,

rebuild a new existence unchained from the ache of heartbreak.

A. M.

These four walls are driving me crazy.

I’m still a kid, but I keep ageing.

I’m the bad guy so surely I don’t deserve any help.

I’m going through a lot and I did it all to myself.

/// Bits from a reply I wrote to a friend who rps Lorna.

`THEY DID NOT PERSIST IN ANTEBELLUM LIVES` ///

Esurience

Devouring your delights like an epicure,

The tang of grapefruit,

Zest and sugar juicy flesh.

Lush mangoes weeping honey wetly

Against my tastebuds.

Coffee hot, dark, intense,

Eyes closed then open fully.

Strawberries succulent to the bite down,

Sucking sweet liquor from ruddy ripeness.

Fresh cream, tongue whipped

Smooth, soft, yielding.

Dipping deep into richness

Thick, slick relish I lick from my fingers.

Forking into linguine, buttery and lavish, 

Curling around, trussed loosely,

Slurped up and engulfed,

Murmurs and hums 

Savouring sybaritic satisfaction.

Reclining sated, 

Breathless gourmand enthusiasm,

Taking a sip 

Of oaky-sweet aureate rum from your lips 

To finish.

this is changing outfits three times before you are willing to be seen by your family / this is uncuffing your jeans and hiding your pins / this is being scared to paint your nails black / this is your blood running cold when you see two men standing a little too close on tv / even before your father opens his mouth / this is deleting spotify before you hand over your phone / this is the way nothing survives more than two weeks / there is no history here / this is avoiding the rainbow icecream and choosing vanilla / this is the way you are overcompensating / putting the performance of a lifetime.

this is listening to your father spit hatred / every single day without fail / working it into conversation somehow / into religion / you barely flinch at the slurs now / his words cannot hurt you / faggot / queer / poofta / tranny / his words cannot hurt you / unnatural / monster / broken / sick / twisted / disgusting / diseased / his words cannot hurt you / the threats are not directed at you / its okay / he doesnt know / bite your tongue and nod your head / bloody in the back of your throat/ mouth full of thorns / and repeat back to him something vague about propaganda / a conspiracy / the agenda.

the agenda is staying silent / staying alive / his words cannot hurt you / but to open your mouth is a death sentence.

Be Kind to Them

Suddenly, out of the blue Once again, I think of you I really wonder why Because it makes me cry

Since you're the one thing that is sure Do not spare the vile nor pure If one is poor or owns a lot To you it all just matters not

You just claim them all And everyone you call For those, too I hold dear Those day to come I fear

I wish it wasn't so It must be, still, I know So after their last breath Be kind to them please, Death

© Fynn E. Fox

Wrote this for a competition!

It ended up getting published in the book of the person who was conducting the competition!!

Your voice

Your eyes

Your hands

Your lips

Our silence

Our words

Light that goes

Light that returns

A single smile between us

In quest of knowledge, i watched night create day while we seemed untouched

O beloved of all

Beloved of one alone

Your mouth silently promised to be happy

Away, away, says hate;

Closer, closer, says love.

- Paul Éluard

Guilty for wanting someone else

I did not realize

Until I was kissing her.

I did not realize

That I wished that those lips

Were yours touching mine,

That I wished those hands

Were yours holding my waist,

Squeezing my thighs,

Grabbing my hips

To pull me closer

Till there was no space

Between your body and mine.

I wished to be held by you,

And your long arms,

To be hugged,

And feel strokes in my back

And my head rested on your chest

Because you’re too tall for me

To reach you completely.

In that moment,

I wished that she could disappear.

When I kissed her,

I only saw your face

And my nose thought of your smell.

I wished she was you,

Rude but gentle,

Aggressive but caring,

But she was not,

And I felt terrible to discover

That when I think of you

There is no one else,

When I’m with someone

Is you that I miss.

I miss your mere presence,

And you telling me that you’re here,

That you care,

And take care of me.

I miss your curious thoughts

And smart words.

I miss your enthusiasm about life

And success,

I miss your ambition.

So when I am kissing her,

I wish to pull away and

Run to your house,

I am desperate for you all.

I wish you could be mine,

Mine completely and only.

I promised myself to you

And by that I did not notice

That you kept quiet.

Maybe I did,

But I decided to ignore it.

I realize, too much,

In too many situations

At the wrong time.

I realize things that I wished to be silenced

But now that they appeared in my mind,

I do not want them to leave,

Because I woke up.

So when I thought

That you meant absolutely nothing to me,

I was so wrong, so foolish.

I discovered my feelings

As fast as the moon hides from the sun,

And my hair dries with the wind.

I’ve decided to not be quiet

So when I see you again,

Believe me,

My words will move you

Like the earth moves the clouds.

Sorry, Her - But it’s Him.