Author: Hana Moosa
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Identity
I’ve been questioned oftenOn how my efforts are futileAnd my identity remains understatedYet I feel satisfiedOver an almost anonymous lifeNor do I have the obligation to create a markNor anxiety that I haven’t leftA bit of me for this world – Writing Lady
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Hypocrisy
We’ve all been thereWhere the wrongsWe see in othersAre unseen within ourselvesWe’d victimize ourselfBlame the universeFor hypocrisyIsn’t seen by the eyesThat cannot see itself – Writing Lady 🌸
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Struggle
And that feeling Of empty darkness And that moment Of infinite hopes crushing Are the times Of my struggle Are the signs Of my doubt The struggle To keep it going The struggle To strive higher -WritingLady
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Destiny
Perhaps, It’s been like this forever Yet none of us understands What we seek May not be what we need What we think May not be what we are It is rather, The destiny That tells the tale, The tale of your life In ways, you can’t comprehend -WritingLady
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Bittersweet
And that day came, Sceptical as I recall Of leaving the decade old nest Of getting educated They protected, they guided you And now you’ve been left to The mercy of the world The rules of conglomerates While hesitation assisted The inner voice of independence awoke It’s perhaps a bittersweet moment When you’ve the peace…
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I HEART ME
We talk about self-love, self-care and the essence of adoring oneself but forget while we are in a world where no one can care for ourselves like how one could, you are sometimes not sufficient. A part of loving yourself is giving bits of you, sharing bottled up thoughts and choosing the right environment for…
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Fool’s Day
It wasn’t the first of April But fools day for sure Facts were forgotten Senses were overtaken It was the day I skipped The beat of my heart The day I mistook my veins In your moments And my emotions On your actions Perhaps, the fool of lifetime I’d say Because it was the day…
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The Answer
A quarter of a century Solitude seemed the answer To the doubts of love The regrets of attachments To the investment of time To dreams of happiness Until I poked A certain soul Of smiles curled in sun And warmth that lasts night The question vanished, Memories Captured It wasn’t about The Answers There was…
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EXPLORER
The places I’ve never been to, Made me crave to set my foot, To breathe in the new air, Feel a different feeling on my skin. The people I have never come across, Made me crave for stories, To have a conversation beyond any perspective, Feel more than yesterday. The world of unknown Wanted me…
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The Bottle
My shape was that With curves I had a seal Once broken Always easier to open Always vulnerable to lose the Lid but the air that entered was of affection was of freedom maybe everything had its price the part of me that I would lose or the love that I would receive Equally frightening…