It is hard to know sometimes
If all you’ve done is enough,
Enough to give reason to life.
And in those times
It all seems to be
One big ,vain expedition.
So I’ll live between
A sense of distrust
And a feel of toxicity
Until life makes sense
And loving doesn’t feel
Like murder.
– Saadia
Happiness has begun to hurt my chest
an unwelcome intruder
an unexpected guest, Continue reading “Broken Wings”
How can a person hate others
when he never learnt to love himself
Can a person laugh at a homeless man
when he doesn’t have a home in his house?
How can I calm you down,
clear whatever you doubt of me,
when I never learnt to quieten this heart.
~Saadia
Burnt.
For Kashmir, my land, the broken place holding broken hearts,the place that lost a million sons, the disputed place with a striking, ironical beauty. Here is to the Paradise on earth, the place I gladly call home.
Fight till you see the sun.
For darkness is never meant to last.
We accept our limits,
as walls, firmly
set up,by life,
Never question,
their existence,
when we should,
until they beget,
the death of us,
when we’re ,
still alive.
~Saadia
I was burning
Set before all eyes,
And life thought of rescue,
‘What if the girl dies?’
So it rained down on me,
but no one could decide ,
If it was possible,
to extinguish,
a fire that flames,
from the inside.
~Saadia
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