Stars and Moon

Walking under the moonlight,
admiring the twinkling stars,
I stared in the sky for the longest,
Knowing somewhere my friends will be
Looking at them too.


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A line

This poem is dedicated to the events of 1947 when Pakistan and India were formed. 

They drew a line on the map of the world,

In a split second two countries emerged,

Same people but in different directions, 

Lives changed in a blink of an eye, 

It all happened with one line,

One line it is and that all it entailed, 

Who knew how everything got invade,

History left it’s brutal mark,

And it happened to all,

No one ever realized that,

A line cannot be drawn in a heart.

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Waiting Room

Sitting in the hospital’s waiting room, 

Waiting patiently with throbbing heart,

Looking at each patient walking in and out,

Some with a smile on their face,

Yet others with questions in their eyes, 

Whatever the reasons might be,

Each wanted a chance to cherish life again. 

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Relationships are like rainbow in the sky,

Unique, colorful each with it’s own place,

Offers peace, harmony in it’s own time,

Cherish them always, everyday, everywhere,

As without one, life will certainly go out of line. 

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In a soft, dim candle light,
Her skin glowed like twinkling stars,
With sparkles in her eyes,
and firmness in her touch,
She loved him with all her heart.
Fearless, powerful and with all her passion,
She held herself close to him,
Emerged herself in the rhythm of his love,
and cherished him all night with all she got.

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