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[sweetmuslimah]

Dizzy with thoughts
Full of doubts
Whirling of words
Confusing like surds
Losing your winning streak
Letting your secrets leak
Touching the surface of what lies within
Your attitude needs a tiny bit of trimming
Letting the frustration out
But it’s like a roundabout
Choosing the wrong view
And hiding the truth beneath you
Judges stand on the high clouds
Forcing their egos to make loud sounds
I am better than you
I say
Yet i am not perfect
And never reflect
Insensitivity i say
Opinionated you say
Teach me the morals
That you know none of
Yes everyone has cracks
And walks on bad tracks
i am but just human
Like any mortal
Perfection we search for
And faults we fall for.

[b3l13v3r]

Bismillah arahman araheem

Straying into hidden drops
hidden caves, hidden seizures, hidden by hidden slots
amalgamating themes into boxes dropping from windows
pushing keys , constantly rearranging configuration
sowing seeds of riped disease into unriped plantation
resuscitated regurgitation manifested with a please
moving your head vertically like being fetched down the hill
affirmative raised hand and a reconfirmation, medusa like seizures
travelling the heights, cables taking in the heights
movement of the palm to deserted junctions, oasis fountains
synchronised reconvention of the sharp edges and the pen

[t0xy]

I hate myself and all the things iv done
undoing the past in my head leaves me cold
leaves me numb.
and into my present it creeps.
the chains curling around my ankles
and dragging me deep
down into the place where my demons lay,
where remorse has no role to play
some things just cannot be undone
some scars run too deep, and the bitter things
seem so sweet, then the burn kicks in
and the night falls, and my heart cries
in the arms of my soul, and my body reaps what it sows.

[b3l13v3r]

Bismillah arahman araheem

swinging enough to take you you to the ground
rustling to a halt, some reaches still out of bounds
head up enough to catch the sky but miss the clouds
rain hitting the floor first, head full of doubts
walking across the nailed wood, gap not enough to slip
ice on the meet, timber with firm enough grip
wind blowing, shelters closed, pace quickened
veins frozen, pricked through short cuts but blood unconscious
same route but different look. Some things more visible then others
gate thudding even without a flicker, no look behind, eyes off alert

[b3l13v3r]

ten bottles knocking on the wall
smash them up with a red rimmed baseball
behind them is a head and a apple
arrow in hand, aim for the yell
thorax disembelled, veins pierced, yelling stops
apple in hand, aim again for the wall
pieces on floor, reflections of dishevelled sky
no canopy, expression is in the disestablishment
the fruits knocked down onto the cobbled pavement
eyes closed till you can move blindfolded
leaving your judgement unclouded by the fallen sky
every fruit rich in colour, ripen with words unsaid
woven with text from a byegone age when they were aplenty
seeds spit out, buried under the sand flowing through the dead sea
pebble flying through the walls to the pipes and the sewers
where digging's the only way to move like the 3 men with the stars
resonance fed through the filters, till ears are grazed with metal
no powder or 11 chimes , no sound eerily like silence

[marwan_alabdali]

i come around like what goes around i have been lost but also found always knew whats old has already been new and i have just realized that i have been told so many lies while looking into peoples eyes i love to greet but i hate to say my goodbyes sallam aliekum

[b3l13v3r]

Asalamalikum wr wb

can't see through the doors,wall,daggers and metaphors
driving with blindfolds on, wipers don't work
first road in , b not yet within reach
cyclists overtaking, tires screeching, breaks beseeching
lights off, clutch let go, walk last 1/2 mile to 3 ways
same sightes, same sounds, same gongs for round about one
zoned out different settings, catch match drop against the back drops
same suites, standing still, still standing out dawn
eyes aware but not lurking, no kicks, no soaring
time ticking, unravelling plans unhinging on heresy
back of heads back in view, heels snapping on uneven concrete
heads swaying till out of site and distance take seat

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[b3l13v3r]

bismillah arahman araheem

testifying against the grains of sand the tide left to a side
the washed away waste toxic to the tides that carry them away
the sea gulls entrenched in spills from ships exploiting their space
taking a walk along the quiet coasts , engulfed by the fog and the haze
finding unwanted suitcase shipwrecked with unvaluables
half tarred with a match that didnt encompass every rumour
isolated sun rise , flames in the distance, signal from the flies
swirling choppers encircling from the skies, rope for the suvivors
the wind generated from each revolution generating mini sand storms
blinding the rescued reaching for the rope, leaving it torn

[Farhat]

Ekushey February Poem by Saira Khatun

I’m a passer by
Called into a world
Forgotten

Ami okhon baroi si!

Pavement conversation
Held through
My Mother tongue

Mono Rakben Bhaisahib!

A tongue silenced by
My own language that
Speaks my thoughts

This is familiar yet strange

I’m a fleeting audience
Awakening quietly
Being reminded

Khukon Khukon kar bari

My mum
Insisting I learn
These Bangla rhymes

O a roshi-e

Each letter
Alien as the next
Holding me restricted

I don’t understand!

Paribo na boliyo na ar
Ek bar na parele
Dekho shath bar

Amma, Ekushey word meaning kitha?

Amdar Desh
Larai korson e basha lagi
Tui sheek!

Twenty-first February

Mightier than the sword
Words give people
Keys to freedom