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Am I a mess?

Maybe I am wrong. Maybe
I was right. Maybe

I am weird. Maybe
All of us are alike. Maybe

I am a mess. Maybe
An artistic mind. Maybe

I am broken and blight. Maybe
Beauty lies in beholder’s eye.

                                               – Noor

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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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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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Wo-men

God’s creation be like

I strongly believe, the world is different because men and women are two different creatures to run it. He made one creature stronger to handle other. I believe it is what is.

Yes
Maybe
That’s how
God’s creation is.
Vehemence to women
Men with carnal mind.
Diligence in her baggage
Honor to His – kind.

Is Eve pure or sullied?
Adam’s manhood will decide. 
Alongside Romeo
Juliet will always die.

No concern, no commitment.
Free to flee.
Of course, it is  XY
Not a XX gene.

Therefore,
God strongly,
Gifted, her the womb
To keep him inside.
He was a child before
He is still a child.
Just enlightened the physique
Filled chivalry with time.


He decided,
Always the women
In different guise
Will fulfill men’s life
Maybe to death
From the juvenile.

Still, the male’s unrealistic ego
The women is unaware of her price.
She can never feel safe
With these carnal minds.
Suitor for once
Sneak within no time.

Better but scary world
His creation be like.
Harmful for her
Who nurtures the life…
– 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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