Author: Hana Moosa
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MAKEUP
You know the part where I wore it Not the part where it wore off The makeup that wasn’t mask On my skin, it held To hide my blemishes Or enhance my features Yet the tale of my kohl Being washed by tears Or my lipstick Being swept by the pillow I cling Is unseen…
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The Proposal
Junior school, she walked in With wrinkled uniform From the gate till the Class, I watched her We drifted to different school Yet I watched her We drifted to different cities And yet I watched her Finally lending my rose To the girl who walked in And the lady who walked out With my heart.…
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I am SCARED,
I am SCARED, Dreams are the biggest delusions that we possess until and unless we work for it. The endless the scheme of judgmental world has become our handcuffs to try anything that is linked with “risk”. Uninviting insecurities build up through the opinions that glide in our life. While we are naïve enough to…
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The Cinderella I Know
The brave infant, breathing Cries echoing in horrors of loss Of mother that sheltered 9 months in the guarding womb The outer world was a cobweb of deception The stranger felt less strange Family, a fantasy to have Stepmother kindred to death In different version yet same features The heart of selfish greed The kid…
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The Words I Want To Hear
We were saplings Either taken care of Or abandoned to be found By angels called Mother or Father We were given love And were taught to give love Roots of us now Grown deep into soil Tips of the branches swung in fresh air Dirty and clean We were now in control Of…
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Before I Step Into 201∞
A year, with memories unforgettable Lessons learned through dreams that were once believable Like seasons we matured The blazing heat of summer Lifted curtains of desires to shimmer Without thinking we took the path that cracked Not realizing where we were until it was washed By the monsoon who gushed without warning Drenched the feelings…
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Why I ‘d choose Love
We have been influenced to be a meaner version of ourselves that we forget to give little of us as hope, love, and kindness. Yet the wretched soul complains, on how love is a manipulative game of emotions and happiness is among the least appreciated subjects. The heartbreaks do happen, the cheaters do slip away…
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Perks Of Being A Traveller
The world of infinity Sky of mystic beauty Earth holding the warmth Of hearts yielding the faith To have memorable nights And daybreak of divine lights Following the direction of love Listening to hums heavenly as above Some want it to be a solo walk While others want someone to talk Mesmerized by nature among…
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While I Am Here
It is a burden to be alive While the soul is denied to live Perhaps we think of tomorrow And dissolve ourselves in sorrow Grieving for causes of lil concern Forgetting to lit the lantern Of moments that make one shine Immersing in the dreary routine Aren’t we the mortals of the land The…