Demure

the star rose to ineffablity,
Shining almost blinding me.
It does blind me almost completely.
Oh, such beautiful that was
As murky mirth convalescing me.

A rose bloomed too in the garden
Of weeds that I have. I saw periwinkle
Daffodils jumping in jocund.
The smell sounded bells in my heart,
As some bounteous beauty .

The one that taught me to smile,
In the gloom of darkness and
Showed me the sun at the dawn ,
Stabbed my heart and kept stabbing
Until it bleeded, bleeded and bleeded.

With my spine broken I crawled,
With my breaths not giving up,
The rose dried in the garden ,
And the star died, vanished
In the black hole of uncertainty.

All those were prodigious falsehood
The memories kept haunting me,
A malignant decimation of all ‘me’.
I travailed carried myself to hault .
And saw your demure waving me.
©Aquib

Published by AQUIB

the unsung poet..

2 thoughts on “Demure

  1. Aise kyu likhte Hain professor. Aap aise mat Kaha kariye hame padh ke achha Nahi Lagta.

    “Stabbed my heart and kept stabbing
    Until it bleeded, bleeded and bleeded.
    With my spine broken I crawled”

    As poetry these lines really stand out, but I cannot praise it’s pen when the fingers penning it down are yours. Oh my professor ji may these remain in the verse only, may your life be blessed with the best in here and the hereafter. Āmīn Aap hamesha Khush rahiyega. Āmīn

    Hame birthday ke din rula diya, ab hasaiyega bhi aap. May Allah bless you my angel. Āmīn

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