Talking to thin air time ticked by,
Waiting on despair, time ticked by.
Suffering the grief as my share---
A fate never rare, time ticked by.
She came or not, it matters little,
Be it fair, unfair, time ticked by.
I’d have spent time on the divine,
But musing on her, time ticked by.
Same ardour could have got me God,
In doubt if she care, time ticked by.
It might have looked like a prayer,
Staring blank in air, time ticked by.
Past teaches too little in love,
In mirage-like snare, time ticked by.
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Ghazal | 09.08.2026 | frustration, love, romance, time, waiting
Note: A bit melancholic, this ghazal captures the agony of waiting. It also touches on the conflict between divine and earthly love (known in Urdu as Ishq-e-Haqeeqi vs Ishq-e-Majazi. The refrain (Radif) used is: ‘time ticked by’, and the rhyming words (Qafia) are: (air, despair, share, rare, unfair, her, care, snare). The introductory first couplet (sher) is called matlaa. A ghazal often ends with a maktaa that includes the poet’s pen name (takhallus), but not my ghazals.
#Blue_ticked
Feel like I have been locked out from heavens gates, the screaming so internally bloating, my veins turns green, could I be internally bleeding?
I said; I'm fine not immune to pain, please come closer, look clearly, the ruins you have created, my emotions in bruises, maybe I'm susceptible to pain, blame me not for being human
Remove the red tapes, allow me to be, to say and to show. Stop expecting, I'm me not they, don't blue tick me, confront me, force me to break, my body has reached its brim of pretending, of manning up, of being strong, please don't just blue tick,
It's my grave you digging, I'm not ready to die, as of yet, not like the rest, I'm not the rest but me,
Open your heart, listen up, come a little closer, look my direction, I'm here not going anywhere, not going to be silenced, hear the ticking emotional bomb beeping inside me, I'm about to detonate any minute,
please stop blue ticking, just stop forcing to add me to statistics, I'm me not they, I'm I not the rest
Just stop blue ticking me
#Poetic_Ink
Josh once had a small tick on his rear
And yelled at it to get out of here
So the pesky runt
Crawled around front
And took a long walk on a short pier
We flew past the dawn, defeated the sunset, enhanced the moon, ate the pie, sipped malt scotch, got inked and became sick in the head.
It was a bad rush in Russia where we met the queen of Spain and bought an old car, named Vex.
All for what? It was the last year of our lives and we wanted to live just a little. Did we do only ok?
I know you lie to our mother and smile for father. Me, I'm the opposite. I toast them bloodily and slowly on the stove.
I remember the past and live for now. My clock counts down. I'm on the way to China. Don't need my meds. Not with the clock ticking. Hurry, meet me in Chengdu.
little boxes ticked
delete button selected
memories erased
the good and the bad
no longer retrievable
new memories made
forgive and forget
no words left to remind me
will my heart forget?
Eileen Manassian
Fast-handed Harry was a renowned pick-pocket
He could grab a wallet with the speed of a rocket.
One day while doing some picking
A suicide bomber’s bomb was ticking.
Where once was Harry there’s now a socket.
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