Daniyal's Poetry Archive

when I poured it in, my stomach rejected it. it burned and wailed and  tried to push it out but I kept it in until it felt good. burnt holes through my faith and skin and left me naked. so raw that it hurt to be truthful and it choked to swallow :  so I kept it in until it felt unbearable. now it lives in my veins  and it aches and relieves. won't ever mention what it is as the best in unnamed. I'll keep it in until you're mine.

I'm good at holding my breath, So I often watch the clock and simulate  a controlled death. While the second tick, I notice things  about you that I've never thought of before. I wonder how did you get that scar of your chin? A story plays through my suffocating nerve cells, finding all the possible details I've missed about you. They say at this point, your life starts to  flash before your eyes, and I guess they're right because you're constantly flashing before my eyes hun. I sit there, watch a minute go by, then another. My god, you do have a pretty smile! You will not believe if I say this is much easier than to wait for a call or just hope if I still matter? Obviously I do. Holding your breath makes you hallucinate. Also imparts a sense of being important; something I'd like to feel someday. My chest burns, time's up. I breathe in with leisure and breathe out a sigh. Beloved, I'll give you another try.

to whom I love, my beloved,  I shall rest my head on her shoulder and find symphonies in her breath. to whom I love, my beloved,  I shall glorify the life in her eyes only if I wasn't blind to colours that exist. to whom I love, my beloved,  I shall softly touch her hands when the world sings anthems of the eventual love we fall in. to whom I love, my beloved,  I shall look at her like a bird looks at a sunset and feels comforted enough to go home.  to whom I love, my beloved,  I shall sit close to her and whisper my giggles as if I've never been in glee. to whom I love, my beloved,  I shall talk to her and make conversations about how to love and love her the same way. to whom I love, my beloved,  I shall sing songs on trails I've never been on and listen to the sound of her soul. to whom I love, my beloved,  I shall not reply when she asks about the one I love because she answers the quest...

One must not return From the land of the vulnerable.  For souls spent their lives Looking for colours only the blind poets could see.  One must not run From the pain a chest encloses.  For the numb, their lives  Are only a book of information.  Nonsense only the living feel.  One must not burn From the monotony of life.  For birds spend their lives Flying away from the ground  They eventually have to land on.  One must learn,  This life passes faster  Than it should pass. 

I have lost a friend today.  The sunset looks lovely and admirable.  I wish I could be admired.  I am a ghost sitting still,  Your apparition still loves me.  I have lost a friend today.  I'm the dust at a windowsill,  A collection of sediments from everywhere.  I wish I could be admired.  I'm the fingers that held your wrist,  My calluses hold a memory.  I have lost a friend today.  I'm the confetti that falls over you,  Just litter on the ground afterwards.  I wish I could be admired.  The sunset looks lovely and admirable.  A miraculous view of hope But I have lost a friend today.  Do I really wish to be admired? 

amidst the white noise there lies a peace,  there lies a piece of diminished words once spoken ; now too tired to be spilt out and  too important to be not said.  it's a hush and murmur of infinite reasons why life happened the way it did.  there lies cracks,  there lies hums  of when a soul screamed ;  now at peace with everything that  once felt so wrong.  it's a distortion and disturbance of finite capacities of why things felt the way they did.