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Rida

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Pakistan
Pakistan
I like to brood. I like to think. I like to lie in the dark and do absolutely nothing.
June 18, 2018
 

In the sea of despair
a prickly little thorn of resilience
floats
and I grab onto it
clinging on it
for my life’s worth
till a shattering wave
of degradation comes along
loosening my hold
kicking me out of balance
dragging me down
but I’m desperate
so I keep holding on
to the prickly little thorn
till my hands
are scarred
and bleeding
and I keep bobbing
up and down
in the sea of despair
with every crashing wave that comes my way
and I have to struggle
to keep my head
above the water
gasping for hope
as the sea tries to suffocate me.
I am exhausted
but it doesn’t matter
I have to keep fighting
for I have no other option
but to be thankful
to the prickly little thorn
and ...

GABRIELLE
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June 9, 2018
 

In the darkness of the void
where all seemed lost
and the clouds of despair thundered
and the sheet of rain blinded
with no sill in sight to grope,
somewhere deep inside
two cells fused together
to form a ray of light.
She named her Hope.

NOBODY IS PERFECT
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July 30, 2017
 

you know
how they say
don't drift with the crowd
they fail to say
you'll be trampled upon
if you go against the crowd
they fail to say
none will accompany you for long
on the path you chose
because baby in the end
everyone's gotta catch up with the crowd.

They'll tell you
don't drift with the crowd
glorifying it
as "special" and "unique"
but in reality
all you got is isolation,
being called a bore,
and a destination
you can describe to none.

So I wonder
why would anyone
not drift with the crowd  
Unless and until
no other option is allowed.

GABRIEL MUCHIRI
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June 14, 2017
 

I often wonder
how it feels
to have someone
by your side
at a time of need.

I often wonder
how it feels
to have a hand
to pull you through
when the current
goes against you.

I often wonder
how it feels
to have a safe place
to pour out your heart
when your inner battles
tear you apart.

I often wonder.

because you see,
it is hard to believe
when they always leave.

THAT'S SO SAD
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June 12, 2017
 

the loose ends
the unfinished lines
the incomplete circles
the unresolved lies
the "whys" and "what ifs"
like a jigsaw puzzle
the rough ragged edges
of the pieces of your life
scar you
hurt you
but they are meant to
come together
at the end of the day
to form the perfect picture
you'll come to love
one day.

BALLPOINT PEN DAY
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May 24, 2017
 

I like to feel
Every shard of a broken relationship
Running my fingers over it
Caressing its edges
Letting the blunt ends prick my wounds
Making them bleed
Over and over
Till the blood has all run out
Till I'm familiarised
With every single piece
Its cuts and crease.

I like to analyse
Every hidden corner of a broken relationship
Every single perspective
Every incident
List down the possibilities
Break 'em down
Analyse them further
Till the throbbing ache in my head
Has become routine
Till there is nothing new
That I haven't already seen.

Only then, do I stand up
Burn the pieces
All etched in memory
And walk away.

VISIONS
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May 17, 2017
 

*The Misfits*

And what are we?
But outsiders
Gazing into this world
Almost envying those who readily fit in
Those who bond over mutual personalities
Over mental compatibilities.

And what are we?
But aliens
Sent on a secret mission
To abort mankind
For their lack of common sense,
It seems.

And what are we?
But those rare finds,
Those lonely individuals
Who have given up long ago
Finding their place
In this society.

Yet here we are,
The self-sufficient variety
Surviving against all odds
Growing better by the day
Amazed forever by the wonders our minds create.

DRAWING DAY
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May 3, 2017
 

My biggest achievement would be mastering the art of self-care, a journey with all its ups and downs and moments of almost giving up.

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Self care
Is exhausting
It's lonesome
It's reminding yourself a thousand times
Everything's gonna be okay
So much so that it becomes your mantra
It's holding yourself in the middle of the night
Having your own shoulder to cry on
It's wiping your own tears  
Crawling under the safety of your own shadow
It's baking a cake to celebrate yourself
Cause nobody knows what a warrior you have been
It's squeezing your own hand for comfort
Cause that's what two hands are for
It's loving yourself through the ugly bits
It's saying all those pretty things
Whi...

MAY PHOTO MONTH
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March 15, 2017
 

I envision my soul
As a withdrawn
Curled up ball
Of soft wool
Warm and thick
Waiting for its fine texture
To be unraveled
Protected by the bony skeletal cage
Of my body
Concealed by the perfectly sculpted facade
Of my face
And enveloped by the invisibility cloak
Of my existence.

Hurray for Hollywood
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March 2, 2017
 

In my cloak of invisibility,
loneliness was the only constant companion.

In my fortress of practicality,
fantasy was the head leader.

In the realm of my mind,
thunderous growling held my hand.

In the essence of my being,
deep waters gently pulled me under.

Hurray for Hollywood
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February 15, 2017
 

Transfixed at
The ray of hope
In the barren field
Bursting with optimism,
Sunshine and all things nice
As she chased her puppy
With that playful gait
The breeze
As kind and gentle as her
Combing lovingly thru
Her carefree strands of hair.

Somewhere in between
Wanting to capture her every move
And wanting her all to myself
I fell in love 💕

LOVE IS...
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February 10, 2017
 

A rose
With layers
Of petals
Delicately overlapped  
Emitting power
And love
Gently entrancing
The captor
Into its labyrinth
Of red
A complex masterpiece
Worth the piercing thorns.
That was her,
My rose.

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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October 31, 2016
 

Watch Yourself Disappear.

               Chiseled to perfection,
                            Her fingertips
                              Stared at her.

He comes at night
      Bites her lips
           Slashes her organs
               Puts 'em on display
                     Into the glass cupboard
           Called

                   "The Immortal Prey."

DAY OF THE DEAD
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October 28, 2016
 

#FPC CHALLENGE
WORD: LOVE

Fall in love,
With the brain
And its crazy thoughts.
The eyes
With their hidden secrets.
The heart
With its little insecurities.
The imperfection
That makes one interesting.
Hold a trembling hand.
Hug a little tighter.
Kiss a bit more intensely.
But don't fall hard and fast,
Fall in slow and steady
And savour it till it lasts.

LOVE IN YOUR EYES
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October 28, 2016
 

#FPC Challenge
Word: Happiness

I know this is a repost but this time it's for the FPC challenge and also because it's my all-time favorite and a reminder constantly needed!
              .....

You want to know
The key to happiness,
How to shoo away sadness.
Stop being hateful,
Only be grateful,
For everything,
Every single thing
That comes your way,
Whether it makes
Or breaks
Your day.
Be grateful.
You know why?
Trust me, I won't lie.
Because
Every thing has a cause,
Good or bad,
Happy or sad,
There's a reason behind it,
Maybe it won't hit
You now
But there's one anyhow.
Believe.
Simply believe.
That things will work out,
This is only a bout,
So hey, remove that pout.
No, I'm not ramblin...

CACKLE
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October 25, 2016
 

I slid the clammy bones of my fingers across her neck. She shuddered in her sleep, drawing the blanket closer.

"Bitch," I muttered as I started applying pressure on her neck. She jerked up. I held her down with my claws around her fragile neck. Her eyes protruded as she saw me, the protrusion that's only possible when one is haunted by a dead person in the middle of the night.

Strangling her, I felt peace as she choked and spurted and made weird gargling noices trying to free herself from my grip. She was helpless, right there in the middle, neither living nor dying. That middle was my goal.

Bringing my mouth closer to her ear, I breathed, "You should have taken more care of your middle ...

DAY OF THE DEAD
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October 25, 2016
 

Bear with them.
Those dark recesses in your mind
Crammed with thoughts
And ugly memories
Gone rotten with time.
Those heartbreaks
And heartaches
That never pieced themselves back.
Those tears
And sleepless nights
That went unnoticed.
Bear with them.
It may seem the end of the world
But it's a journey,
A tough journey.

The destination however, sweetheart,
Is beautiful,
Exactly how you deserve it.

ORIGINAL
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October 8, 2016
 

Is Love a pathological state
Cause when I see you,
My ECG goes flat
For 0.83 seconds
Cause when you approach me,
You make my heart
Lose its rhythm
Making it go berserk
Giving me tachycardia
As the R waves come closer
And the T-P segment shortens
And my face flushes
As vasodilation happens.
Oh boy
Should I fret
Or has science found a cure to it yet?

SMILE
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October 5, 2016
 

Barefooted
Jeans ripped
Bruises all over
No one to hear his tales of woe.

The bullying never stopped.
Every day
The big boys came
Giving him a harsh blow.

Drunk parents
At home
Who never cared
Enough to know.

Alone and frightened
Head buried in his arms
In his only hiding place
He finally let the tears flow.

TUNNEL OF ILLUSIONS
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October 5, 2016
 

Shadowed by the mosaic dome
Of leaves
Orange-reds and greens
Walking daintly
Our talks mellow
Towards the saintly
Golden halo
Holding her close
Sharing a roof
Enough for two
We treaded
On the wet reflection of our love
Amidst the sparkles
Our future
We drew.

GOING DOWN
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October 4, 2016
 

Stroking the blisters with my thumb,
I sat there emotionally numb,
As the dripping wax
From the half burning candle
Licked my scars and cracks.

DARK AND STRIPED
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October 1, 2016
 

Love;
Is a mother's smile,
And a father's pride.

THE PATTERN
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September 29, 2016
 

He grabbed her hair, jerking her face upwards. She was forced to stare at his grinning clown face. The terror in her eyes thrilled him. More clown faces went around in a circle chanting.

He picked up his sharpened knife, gripped her hair tightly and sliced her throat. Blood gushed and spurted and sprayed as he threw her limp body aside.

"Next." He bellowed, rubbing his hands with glee.

The sinners were being sent to Hell.

DARK AND STRIPED
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