The invisible string

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It was unclear

Every time I tried to run as far as I could

You reappeared in my life

You followed me everywhere I go

Like a ghost.

I wish I am as free as the birds flying on the sky

Not afraid of going anywhere I wish to

Because I believe

Deep down

That He has written something for me

My rizq, the day and place that I will surely die…

 

 

Sadly, you are holding me down

Like an invisible string

The one that I could not find to cut it away to set myself free

I told you to let me go slowly

I don’t want to be attached

Inch by inch

I received less questions

Less jokes

Less thoughts

You slowly fade away

What’s left in my mind is the memory of you.

You’re still haunting me day by day

Every single second of my life

I wish it was easier

But it is not

Because controlling these invisible things is like catching the air

It’s unseen, but you surely feel it’s presence

Though I am not in control of it

I am pretty sure that

Soon

I will be just

OKAY.

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Just like a butterfly

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It is a cycle,

Life isn’t stagnant,

That always change,

From one to another.

 

Sometimes it can be nice,

Sometimes it can be bad,

There are times when you are at your best,

But there are also times when you are at your worst!

 

One thing I believe,

When bad things happen,

There are good things ahead,

And I’m sure it’s true.

 

Our life is like a cycle,

Just like butterflies,

First you need to be on your own,

Only then you are free to explore things.

 

The first stage is the hardest,

The second becomes easier,

The next stage becomes better,

While the last is the best!

 

Just like a butterfly,

First you’re just an egg and stays in a place,

Next you’re a crawling caterpillar,

Then imprisoned in chrysalis to find strength.

 

 

Moving out slowly and carefully,

Trying to break the pupa and see the world,

Finally flying out freely,

Elegantly, happily!

 

Moving wings as far as you could,

Sucking honey from diverse types of flowers,

See a different new world,

And most importantly, you’re imprisoned!

 

You’re just free…

 

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Kuninaaziz’s Poem: The stranger (Part 1)

Frustrating days on December,

Her mind was in the air,

She couldn’t figure out why,

‘Till life gave a huge punch on her face.

Fell off from the pink bike,

She was in pain inside and out,

Luckily on train and bus they rode hometown,

Unwillingly sat next to a stranger.

Turned on the MP3 until she slumbered,

She never expected what happened,

The conversation started,

Though she did not interested.

The stranger spoke and they couldn’t stop,

Until they reached the end of the journey,

The stranger went away and never said goodbye,

And she continued with her own way… in confusion.

*To be continued*