Thought Suicide

Think, very loudly yet not a word is spoken. Words roaming round the round head, Free and loose, no particular pattern.. Just parting and meeting…

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A reflection of a light

In a city of lights she wore a colorless dress reflecting their eyes a book was seized in her hands and the charm of her beauty ended its start she…

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Blended with Love

This is not a love poem It's a symphony Of these bodies And you, Plucking the strings Of that heart And it, Roaring before it vibrates A thousand…

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My Hijab. My decision. My choice.

If modesty, dignity, honor, and self-respect are the definitions of oppression in your dictionary than I am very oppressed; But last time I checked,…

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