Poetry

Hi

I’ve woven too many dreams for the future.
In the end, perhaps they will remain just dreams.
I don’t want to dream anymore.
I don’t want to weave anymore.
Perhaps it’s time to bury my dreams
and let the river carry them away.

You don't know the reality of where I am from, or where I've been
Yet you judge as if every thing you have seen
Little boy, your laughter is your own dream
Do you think because you migrated a little distance, that you are somehow supreme?
Many have come and many have gone
Block function has your egos torn
I've seen a lot and frequently travelled by plane
But your superficial rhetoric is really insane
Appearing way younger than I am and wanting a companion who looks youthfully the same...
Perhaps in that I am to blame
For swiping across immature blokes
Who are still wet behind the ears
From me, you shall see no tears
#RIP

What is a strong heart? Is it strong because it feels nothing, or is it strong because it dares to feel everything?

Life teaches you lessons along the way. It will always catch up to you, even when you think you are far ahead. That is why you have to look back too, while keeping your eyes on the future to grow. And when life suddenly passes you by, you just step aside and let it happen.

All of this makes me wonder: what is real love? Is it peace? Is it the freedom to fully be yourself? Is it sharing a good laugh together, or is it closing your eyes at night and knowing your life is complete?

I am here to seek it, and to build it with the right person, Insha'Allah.

𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁,
when the moon begins its journey home,
I find myself chasing the light
from one star to another...
feeling as though I am standing at a crossroads
beneath the shadow of a weathered tree
unable to choose a path
yet unable to stop chasing the light....✨

My canvas satchel is heavy with fears
the fear of meeting you,
the fear of losing myself,
the fear of the deepest night,
and the fear of the sun
when it hangs a spear's length above the horizon

With all these fears resting upon my shoulder,
I wander through the gardens of life,
gathering flowers.....
perhaps to comfort myself,
perhaps simply to keep myself alive

After seeing so many truths in the book of life,
I lack the courage to turn the pages of reality...
much like a pigeon
that closes its eyes at the sight of a cat,

Because hope...
is astonishingly beautiful.
In the span of a heartbeat,
it digs wells in the middle of deserts,
coaxes date palms from barren soil,🌴

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭
𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘴🪻
𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸✍️
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦—
𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳
𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵-𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳

SanaVirsa...

People stay long enough to know your truth,
then leave you with the silence
that truth can never explain.

Assalam o Aikum ❤️
I'm Ali
From Multan

Some nights, the loudest sound is the echo of people who promised they'd never leave.

The stars in the sky envy the light of your face.

Everytime you take one step towards me,
I might take few steps behind.
Because any closeness overwhelms me💗,
While the distance between us, makes me lose my mind..💓

Sometimes I gather the courage and reach out to you,😤
But I'm afraid of all the reactions you would do🫪
Other times I call out to you anyway 😂
Maybe just maybe we could actually be together someday 🙄🫶🏼

But if fate has written us to be apart💕
Just know that you're always going to be in my heart💞.

The end... Of my POEM.

(Until I DETACH TF out of there and forget your cute butt 🤣🙂‍↔️🍑) Girl has memory loss 😂 but I do often dream about people who used to be part of my life 🙄🫣 so that brings back memories. Hey y'all wanted to give a try at poetry again today, feeling romantic 🤪 nah jk DELUSIONAL!? 🤣🫶🏼 SOUNDS MORE LIKE ME. TOODLES😘