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Malak Tariq

i have my own stuff and different spectacles to see the world and my words are a reflection of the subconscious

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Malak Tariq

Late Night Conversations Left to see nothing but the ceiling And then arrives this bottomless feeling As if the unknown gathers for a party To laugh on a long dug thought That silence visits with a loud thud , That gulp goes way down the throat for there are questions springing in dead autumns while answers seem like immortal chores When shall I meet me ? Am I me lately ? What is being me ? Calling me is me , with a tinge of philosophy Then I call a friend , yet disconnect For not everything is communicated in constant talking So Nights just pass in reeling, under thoughts, under the Ceiling Kal pe Sawaal Hai Jeena Filhal Hai .

Kal pe Sawaal Hai Jeena Filhal Hai .

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Malak Tariq

Zard hi sahi, khaabon Ka aashiyan Dard hi sahi, mera hum Zuban Yaad hai magar waqt woh bhi tha Jab khulaa hua tha Mera aasman. Raat aayi hai, Gham bhi layi hai.. Hai yakeen magar hogi phir Subhaa Roz dhal raha, rang badal rahaa Shaam lambi hai , dhalti hai kahan. Magar Shaam hi toh Hai! Subha Ka Paighaam Hi toh Hai ~ M Dil Na umeed nahi, Nakaam hi toh hai Lambi hai Gham ki Shaam, magar Shaam hi toh hai ~ Faiz

Dil Na umeed nahi, Nakaam hi toh hai Lambi hai Gham ki Shaam, magar Shaam hi toh hai ~ Faiz

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Malak Tariq

#OpenPoetry Shift my agony to some other neighborhood ! My house got eroded in a jiffy O Lord. Why are the windows opening outwards ; And still not letting the air caress my Lungs ? Write to me O Lord , as I ask for answers Speak to Me O Lord as I drown . Am I not writing to you ? Can't you read my broken lines ? I had a dream where you said O Lord, under the curtains. That window opens , it does but inwards ! Write to me that Address O Lord ! See I am Writing, Writing To You .... ~ M He read those tears. He caught those fears ! He has made a plan for you , He knows what our heart bears! He knows But we shall wait for Him to let us read through ! To let us breathe !

He read those tears. He caught those fears ! He has made a plan for you , He knows what our heart bears! He knows But we shall wait for Him to let us read through ! To let us breathe ! #OpenPoetry

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Malak Tariq

Lightly , one pound of flesh Heavily then, a distorted Heart! Throbbing to find a voice it is, but, all it could ever do , was Sigh! Watching a glass cascade within ; break a million times again. Makes even dandelions robust instead of this Mad Heart!

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Malak Tariq

Will you walk past when the blow hits? Will you look away when worst happens ? Will you be a hush when I want pep talks ? Will you fade away when I so want you? If yes? Then let me know ! So that I learn to live alone ! Or Let's Do One Thing . Let me hold your hand but keep the other hand to me Let me lean on you but always be ready ! Let me cry to you, but my smile shant be your duty ! For People Don't Come with labels which read - They are Temporary! ~ M

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No one beyond this messy point; Just Me And My Thoughts Some calm, some stormy and some just useless Juggernauts ~ M

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Malak Tariq

A Million Moths Got Burnt In Their Becoming Of A Moon For The Hearts That Yearned For Destinations, Had to leave their Homes. ~ M

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Can we just go back to the times ; when the world wasn't a thing to us , when a cotton candy and a toy ; were our only businesses to worry about! Can this fear just go back to the grave ; Its grave beneath our cradles , when we had it nowhere near ! For now there are a million questions And so many faces to wear outside ; inside, there's a boat waiting to reach the shore Trying its best without an oar! Without an oar! ~ M What are we? just clay pots! #poetry#struggle#life#writing

What are we? just clay pots! #Poetry#Struggle#Life#writing #poem

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Malak Tariq

Talkh Haqeeqaton Ke Neeche Chaakh Sapne Hain, Talkh Haqeeqaton ke Neeche Chaakh Sapne Hain... Hain Jahan Main Hum Paraye , Hain Jahan Main Hum Paraye Warna Kehne Ko Hamare Laakh Apne Hain.. ~ M kehne ko toh log hain saath taaron ki maanand Aur ye Aalam ki Apne hisse main Chaand bhi nahi

kehne ko toh log hain saath taaron ki maanand Aur ye Aalam ki Apne hisse main Chaand bhi nahi

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Malak Tariq

No Letter Came From The Lips Of My Allies No One Visited My Ruined House Arrested In Selfish Attires Are Mortals ; And Here I Wish To Find Doves Amid Vultures ... Hearts Mutter So Much, And Do Otherwise Minds Are Slaves , Shackles in Disguise The Color Of Souls All Smashed ... And Here I Swing Amid Love and Loss ~M ~ Malak Human bodies are complicated factories filled with junk and joys #loss#love#redemption#poetry#humanfollies

~ Malak Human bodies are complicated factories filled with junk and joys #Loss#Love#Redemption#Poetry#humanfollies

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