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What being stuck feels like.

And at that moment I was stuck like a frozen river. Like nothing is holding me back nothing is keeping me moving forward. I am still. My feet are inside the sand above which water is floating and syncing with waves. I can see the sunshine seeping into my eyes, slightly opened from the edge of my cornea, I can feel words behind my tongue, hiding yet trying to come out and I know that I am not dead because there is a rhythm in which my heart is whispering to my ears that I am not shattered, I am tired.

– Feeling stuck is just a phase.

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mothers day

Mother

Hiding emotions is an art
I inherited from my mother.

She is like
A winter sun.

Kissing my forehead
And calming the storm.

Like the sun kisses the flowers
And the rays
Rhyming the lullaby.

She made me realise
You are a women
Enough for yourself.

You are the universe
And the universe
Resides in you.

You are born
To spread love.
And. You deserve
More than you think.

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sexual harrasmemt

How I turned into an art?



Like a doll, you
assured me, the harm.

Ripped the fibers
of my frock, at first.

Turned my head then , and
splitted those arms.

To find honey between those legs,
You finally set them apart.

Enough force, some
Were still unable to pare.

With those still intact parts , I mended
the scattered pieces of my heart.

Before you, I was a little doll.
It was your act of carnality.

That Turned me
into an art.

That turned me
Into an art..
                                           – Noor



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poem

Daffodils

And in that moment
I was happy
Like daffodils
In the spring.
Dancing on the melodies
With those curves,
I swing.
Like the world is mine
I am the moon, and
The Sunshine.
And the universe needs,
All of me
To survive.
The pain was fainted
The smile has arrived.
The rain said
“I am not helping you crying”.
The soil is nourished
Asking me to “grow for a while.”
My heart found its rhythms
And walked  a mile.
I wasn’t following the footsteps
But  was my own guide.
I lived in the present.
Maybe till winter arrive.
I may shed one day
But I won’t cry.
Because in that moment,
I didn’t gave up on life.
I was life.

– Noor

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valentines

How does it feel to be in love with you?

I am beautifully independent.

I trust you and my heart knows that you love me and can leave me anytime. It’s okay.

You are not perfect, but genuine.

I feel protected when I am around you.

I don’t need to pretend that I am strong.

I am okay being ugly with you.

I don’t need to be vocal about my love, my actions are enough.

I am living the moment and feel alive, when I am with you.

I can cry and can wipe your tears too.

I am not into boring sex, we can actually watch “Netflix and chill.”

I am happy, when I see you peacefully sleeping.

I feel a connection, even when I touch you. I stay “five feet apart” from other men.

I know the fact, that I will never be the same when you will leave me.

It is scary. But you cannot break a broken heart.

My love is so deep that I’ll let you go. Whenever you want.

I know you are always there, mentally.

I am not over thinking and screwing up things.
Because
Today
You are mine. And
I know this.

I know, that I am in love.
Maybe, for a while
With a man, who is
Not, my “Prince charming”
On a white horse.

But, you are the reason
I smile more.
I smile to the level, that
I end up crying.
That’s how it feels
To be
In love
With you.
– Noor

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relationship

Is it worth fighting for?

A harsh truth
Someone, who has never loved you
Never, even going to love you.

So, is it worth fighting for that one?
Everytime.
Who cannot reciprocate
Your affection and adoration.

I know we are humans.Getting attached to someone
Is not in our control.

But, you can
“Limit your love.”
Keep some love to yourself.
The love that will
Nurture you.
Heal you.
Later.

The only love you pay someone
Who will love you
More than you love them.

I believe
We breathe in the same world.
With same stories.
Revolving around
At different times.
With different people.

So “preserve little love”
Than “Draining it on someone”
Who is not worth fighting for.

-Noor

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poem

Moments.

All what remain is moment.
To be captured in brain
To remember in pain.
To find color in grey
To perceive in rain.

To work insane
With pressure in veins.
Not feeling alone
In the world of fakes.

To sit in silence
To dance in daze.
To sing a little.
Remembering that, one face.

Things has to end
Law of nature applies.
The leaves of spring
One day, has to die.

Live the moment
When he said “you are mine”.
To live for the day
When he would say “goodbye”.

Moments you live
Are the moments you save.
For the time,  you would realise
You have lost your dearest days.
                                          – Noor

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And
I believe
In love
She is an old soul
A magnificent heart.
The magical poetry
And the classic art.
Cascade of emotions
Deeply in veins.
Fervour is too pure for her
And, not a chasing game.

No men deserves her
When she keep dancing on her beats.
Black background apart
Covered herself in white sheaths.
With music, she leans
With lyrics, she blends.
She prefers to be antique
In the world full of trends.
The nature healed her
Bloomed her out of pain.
Sprinkled love around her
Like the droplets of rain.
She is cold but warmth
Like the spring in march.
Too wise in her poetry
Everlasting in young hearts.

Where the world is turning dark
And there is no hope left.
The youth has lost its charm
It’s all meddle and mess.
Yes, I strongly believe
Then, there is still she
Pavementing her own path
Fighting the demons,
Embracing the scars.


In the era of neoteric
She is senile, sensual and smart.
An old medievel soul
A magnificent heart.
The magical poetry
And the classic art….

– Noor

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Yes, she exists.

In the era of neoteric, she is always there. Who does not belong to the world but to herself and she is so strong that no one deserves her..

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