Irfan Habeeb

I never meant to chase you, or push you, or hurt you
I never meant to make you feel uneasy, or unhappy
I only feared that you would turn away from me
That you would stop looking, stop talking, stop being my friend
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I lose myself when you are near
Your eyes, your hair, your chin so dear
They make me weak and desperate
A stranger to myself, I forget
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A thing beyond my grasp
She broke, a string in the dark
Silent, nothing, nothing, nothing
She fell and fell, a star without a mark
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To gaze upon the azure sky,
And let the mind be free of thought,
Is bliss beyond what words can say,
The best of feelings ever sought.
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Your silence is a wall
That I cannot break through
Your words are a drought
That parches my soul
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I was a solitary star
Shining bright in the dark
Content with my own light
Until you came into my sight
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Through the fissures of the ancient gate
I hear the echoes of the bygone days
I hold the relics of the faded age
I stitch the fragments of the lost page
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A whisper in your ear
A hidden truth or lie
A warning you must hear
Before you say goodbye
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The world speaks
But only whispers
Inaudible to the restless
Only the still can listen
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A void in my chest
Where love used to reside
Now only echoes of rejection
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I crave a spark of optimism
A flash of brightness in the gloom
Of our land ripped by conflict and rage
Where doom is the common doom
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Sometimes I act, and then I rue
The choices that I made
Sometimes I freeze, and wish I knew
The chances that I trade
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You are the only one who knows your truth
Your actions and words are mirrors for others
They see what they want to see, not what you mean
You cannot control their eyes, only your own
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I breathe no fumes, I taste no spirits
My life is pure, my face reveals it
But when I pen my thoughts and share
They mock me as a stoner, a loser, a square
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My face is a paradox, a constant frown
Not a reflection of my mood, but a permanent crown
Maybe it's the plaster, maybe it's the genes
A factory flaw, a glitch in the machine
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I do not waste my breath on those
Who clash for faith or creed
They spew their lies and hatred, but
They do not have my heed
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My vision shattered, I lost the edges of the world.
You are the only thing I see, a tunnel of light in the night.
But you are not the moon, you are a comet of pain.
You burn me with your fire, you pierce me with your tail.
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The sky, a canvas of splendor
Unfathomable in its glory
I gaze, and gaze, and wonder
How it tells a silent story..
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I used to stammer a lot
I used to hide my voice
I wanted to speak, but I could not
I had no other choice
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At midnight, on the terrace, I gazed at the sky
A grey canvas with a blue moon and stars like fireflies
No human noise, only nature's symphony
A blissful feeling of solitude and harmony
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