I am not a poet,
I am not an artist,
My words are my sanctuary
This platform shall be my home
I do not seek approval,
I do not covet rewards,
My desires are more precious,
My gems are most hypnotic,
See them glitter,
See the glare,
Blues, purples, reds and orange...
What a sight!
My addiction,
My pure passion...
Permit me the chance to show you,
A view you have never seen,
Of the feelings that you hide,
Come bask with me,
Relinquish your fears,
Dispose of your weights,
Feel the cool summer wind on your skin
Caressing your hair
Stealing your cares
Feel the warm sun on your face
Close your eyes and let it in,
Enter
Explore
But before you may
A pledge you must take....
Do not attempt to unveil me,
For I am irrelevant,
My words are an expression,
While the form...amusement,
Read me if you wish,
Believe me if you choose,
But if you understand me,
Then you have made my dreams come true.
My childhood ambition ...
to write.
My favorite memory ...
telling my father stories as he drove me to primary school.
Why I write ...
to clear space in my mind.
My inspiration ...
life, love, the universe...
It was not so long ago that I was a teenager, but it seems like a lifetime ago. Gone are the days when youngsters feared their elders, gone are the days when they were mesmerized by the mysteries of age and the answers it holds. Nowadays it seems that the younger they are the more arrogant they are and more worldly that they believe themselves to be. This is by no means a new fashion as one of the pillars of youth is blissful ignorance and within that arrogance in their hurry to change this. Humans are predisposed to view the world from a bubble with a singular perspective based on the com...
More..Yusra Ahmad
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