Shafaq

  The breakdowns you get in a while when life is actually going better Are the pop ups of the sufferings that you suppressed for the longest while. And when your heart gets burdened again with something new, It’s filled to lid And needs some outpouring. The pain that's flowed out from the eyes. The pain that nobody knows And the sufferings you hid well for a while. The little showers of tears that were witnessed by many Rather than the cyclones that were hardly felt by some going inside you. The deeply hurt soul with multiple aspects that are still in healing and keeps healing itself, Without a time line but multiple memories. The memories with mixture of all emotions And Pain amongst the one most amplified than the happiness. Sheeza Farooq!

    Wandering into nature to nurture herself she found a lake. Her Eyes glowed up thinking the water will take her pain and flow. It was a lake she realized, And not a river to pass down the banks. The water and Pain stood still again. She moved further and came across a tree The roots so huge and the sky scrapping length, It looked so free in the arms of clouds. She gazed enough to let her thoughts deeper looking at the Tall figure. She walked past it and turned to have a final look, It was huge and tall from the distance and all alone. Her thoughts calmed herself a bit walking more she reached a meadow. The sun shined so fine The deeper she took breathe She comprehended the nature. Nurturing well herself, She came back a little more alive.

    They waited for the winters To let the cradle freeze, The baby was Swinging Without knowing the creases. One day with the snow came a storm The cradle wasn't swinging. The baby was frowned It wanted to cry But they were shivering to keep up their wry. The baby was cozy The cradle kept it warm The next day the wind blew And it cracked up the frickles of snow from it. The wind blew gently Making the cradle swing The baby was delighted And they all were blown with guilt.

    The flowers the weeds The maniac nature and disastrous greed Oh you! Don't barge in the forest of Filthy dirt My little soul, The greens and scentful flowers have uplifted from the ground But, beneath them Are weeds and thorns. Oh you! Stop there little soul, Those tempting greens aren’t tolerable for your puffy feet. Gazing the heights and leaving out the ground, The tiny steps that imprinted the brown, The red lines will pain you now Oh you! My little soul you shouldn't have gone around, The flowers The weeds The maniac nature and disastrous greed. Sheeza Farooq 💓

  You went through the way And tackled the stray, They thought you were threat Your eyes met their gaze. They saw the kindness And your nature of love They disbanded their heard rumours and Walked along with your trail. Getting through your needles and unexpected pain. They saw your sufferings sewn in modesty And the things you masked up. The glittery eyes with dreams Was a fortune for realms. They know you were endangered And got the urge to protect you Like their own. They know the one who went through the way Was pretentious of assumptions. The real was hidden And unreal was blown Even then you didn't wind up Having their back, You walked to the new streets Like a rarest diamond shone back in centuries To shine like a rarest dream. Sheeza Farooq