Huzaifa Malik
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Red Car
Careening down the middle the road the car looked like it was drunk I've never seen a drunk car but there I was face to face with one the car churned up little windmills of grit and dirt as it sped on it's merry way back and forth and over the lines it made me quite dizzy to look reminding me of a mad Bea I reached for my iPhone to record it I shall call it voyage of a bumble bee it cut into the cluster of lilies on the side of the road it spit out chunks of grass foolish enough to get in it's way a pretty color of red it was quite a sporty looking car it did not seem to be the kind of fellow to let the booze get to him so intensely but intensely it was got no sense of seemliness or order here a crack of thunder and a bolt of lightning and all was in order and the car went merrily on it's way
By Huzaifa Malik3 years ago in Poets
Moonlit Night
A dog in the desert a still moonlit night the moon casts it's moonbeams on different shapes of life the stillness is brilliant in it, a parody of peace a small beam of it shatters the black and pierces a den yawning with life then recedes as the dust roils and covers tall sentinels once knowing life but in stunned amazement can never see if I talk to you in this night of beauty and hope will it float on the air will it rise up in a tribute in a bubble of care the stillness falling so heavy this evening with cloying sweetness in just memory able to bring me back to that still moonlit night.
By Huzaifa Malik3 years ago in Poets
Her Heart Ponder over Paper
I want to cry, cry like hell Like I never did before, Enough of those fake faces I can't handle anymore. People always advice that we should smile through tears, But do anyone know the truth behind the smile I wear I need some time with me and just one person around, Who can understand my feelings which are so profound. I wanna go on a never ending trip, And make some memories that I can grip. I'm living with a shattered heart, Still not able to find that broken part. Just to be happy is all I want, Can anyone do it for me, because I can't. I'm a girl who wakes up with dreams, And at night who screams. Enough of these mood swings I'm so tired of it now, All I want is a hug right now!
By Huzaifa Malik3 years ago in Poets
An inherited pain
When a baby takes his birth, The atmosphere is filled with joy and mirth. What awaits for him is smile and glee, From all the family members of thee. However, things were different when i was born, What laid for me was darkness before the dawn. There were no new toys, clothes, fairy tales waiting for me, Instead I was inherited with HIV. My parents who transferred me this disease, Abandoned without hearing my pleas. When my bones were still weak and feeble, I was considered as though untouchable. No one dared to come near me, As they feared to be infected by me. I cried, “Aids doesn’t spread through touch”, But no one was there to hear by grudge. I always longed for a friendly embrace, All my loneliness which I thought would erase. I wanted to grow and have best friends, But all I had was sorrows at the end. I suffered for no fault of mine, And lost my childhood, a period so divine.
By Huzaifa Malik3 years ago in Poets
The Winter Of Our Lives
We met during the winter of our lives When days are short and nights are long When trees lay bare and life lies hidden We met during the winter of our lives When the sun barely warms the ocean wave When the snow hung heavy on the bough We met during the winter of our lives When fists and words tortured us so When fear held more meaning than the sun We met during the winter of our lives When smiles were the only warmth we knew When we hungered but for a kindly touch
By Huzaifa Malik3 years ago in Poets