Mehreen Tahir

I cannot say…
My heart whispers,
silently cajoling me,
urging to give voice to a thousand thoughts,
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The white flower,
single and pure,
swaying, as if laughing,
fresh and shining,
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The clouds make way,
for the sun to make a smooth appearance,
as the golden ball emerges,
and envelopes the darkness of night,
...

That feeling of elation,
The joy,
Adrenaline pumping through my veins,
Like being on cloud nine,
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A spells the Aero planes that so fascinated me,
B spells the Baby dolls I had,
C spells the Cartoons I loved watching,
D spells my first ever Dictionary,
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The silence of the night,
Is broken,
By the sound of rain,
The drops hitting against the roof,
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Words are not just spoken by people;
they are echoes of the heart and mind.
Words are like waves of an ocean,
that wash away the shore.
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The heart weeps,
For itself; its bearer,
Giving vent to the feelings,
Of loss, despair,
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Looking out the window,
On an overcast day,
The brave senses the impending storm,
With dark clouds hovering,
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Creativity is,
freedom to express,
to imagine,
what the world is,
...

I thought it was you,
when I heard the voice,
but the words sounded alien,
so harsh,
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Sometimes I feel angry,
for I am the tormentor,
the beast that oppresses,
and puts in cages,
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I am a human being,
a tiny speck of life,
a mere object,
or maybe just a shadow,
...

I hear that my destiny has been written down,
my fate already decided,
then how do I stray from the path,
the right path?
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Early morning,
it shines,
as dew on the grass.
It falls from the sky,
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The colours of life are so many,
so pretty and different,
yet so alike in many ways.
They add to the beauty,
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It shines high up in the sky,
it twinkles and looks so bright,
it’s a speck in the dark night,
shining away in the universe so wide,
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A spring in my step,

I take the first leap,
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An empty canvas,
waiting for the painter to put colour on it.
Muted agony,
waiting for words to fill the void.
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Spring is here,
the skies are clear,
daffodils are swaying in the breeze!
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