Usman Hanif

</>Lying in the open and gazing at stars
Gives me nothing but the war of thoughts
The thoughts try to defeat one another
but die in vain to let in new thoughts
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My only difference
Between life and afterlife
is my death
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The sun seeking my shadow
My shadow hides behind me
And when i look at mad-show
The sun gazes to blind me
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Fools always have nails
To scratch their heads with...
They always find trails
To stumble their ways with
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The red dog who used to speak punjabi...
Now he lies dead on the road
Vehicles pass by
People kicking aside his carcass
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Sharpen up your blunt canines
Summon up the lost souls
Call your gods to tackle me
'cause you have no existance
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she said
'keep going on
i am a bit tired
i would join you soon'
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Let the soul creep in my shadow
Wake me up when you’re gray
Eat my meal, throw the ladle
Shine the sun, cast them away
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Hey ragdoll!
You wave to me
show me the teeth
make faces at me...
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She smiles and conjures
The bitter curses on you
She just sits idle
Like a lone carnivore
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She calls me;
in the voice of her own
she whispers;
the catastrophic tales,
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my darkglasses are broken
i used to wear them in the dark
now my eyes are swollen
i could not see much far;
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o'! the dead one, could you live again?
to see on my wry face, that grin again
to let me forget all the bitter thoughts
to clear my vision, could you live again?
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i slept, i saw what i can't see
under a tree of immortal fruits
the great fairy godmother,
penetrating ultimate glee in me
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when the death breaches
the walls of flesh;
the blood gushes
through the veins
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On the far bank of the river
A small lantern hangs in the dark
A small halo hovers around it
And rest of the night mourns,
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Though the jester is sad
his lips are curled downwards
and he paints on his face;
a smile;
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Oh dearie, i mashed up the ant
it would surely avenge when i'm in the grave
by ripping my organic flesh off the bones
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Let demise be your passion
Some day you'd repent over it
Think, when one of your kinsmen says
'I'd better die than being your kin'
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when i walk down the street
i feel the pain in my feet
the pain of the misery, the regret
of the wounds that always bled
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