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Diba Basar Poem
And I miss you
Like a flower misses the dew
Like the grey sky misses the blue
So deep that no word can do
And I miss you
With a feeling so sharp that it cuts through
With a heart that carries the memory of you
So painful yet so true
And the day passes by
And life carries me high
Still this agony I cannot defy
Because I miss you, for you are not nearby
Copyright © Diba Basar | Year Posted 2013
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Standing quietly here
with an empty feeling
when all I believe in
are falling apart into thousand pieces
The sun is shining so bright
The flowers look as beautiful
Yet my heart is darker than the darkest night
as it falls apart into thousand pieces
The love that I adore
is the same love that smashed me
cut me deep in my veins and my bones
breaking me into thousand pieces
My heart
My soul
My dream
Fly high and fall, crashed into thousand pieces
Copyright © Diba Basar | Year Posted 2009
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Diba Basar Poem
I am a woman, and hatred is my middle name
The hate stubbed in me
By the person who should have loved me
The man so called Daddy
I am a woman, and hatred is my middle name
Who is never allowed to run free
Always compared, always asked to do his way
And even got my first love kicked out of our door
I am a woman, and hatred is my middle name
And life does not treat me well
Only leading me from one disappointment to another
Waiting for a hero to come and get me out of hell
I am a woman and hatred is my middle name
I found the hero, after 18 years of pain
But alas, he has chosen another woman
Instead of me, the first love of his
I am a woman and hatred is my middle name
I try so hard to hurt her for taking my hero
She who took my man's heart
The heart that should’ve been mine
Yet, the thing I don't realize, I hurt him more than her
Cause she is the light of his life and I have taken it from him
Making him a dead man walking with a big hole in his heart
A hole that I cannot fill since it belongs to her
I am a woman and hatred is my middle name
Now I am dying from my own cause
The stupidity of thinking and assuming
That I am hurting her when in fact I am killing myself.
Copyright © Diba Basar | Year Posted 2009
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Diba Basar Poem
The warm breeze of May
Sweeping through the cloud, lifting up the grey
And the rain started to fade away
And the birds came out to play
At that window, you were standing
Looking at the birds that started chirping
Watching the butterflies flying
Among the flowers that were wet and shining
And you watched the rays the sun creating
The glistening leaves vaguely glittering
The last of the raindrops, drifting
Not the faintest sight, you were missing
But you didn’t see me crying
When I couldn’t even hold my tears
When my heart fell apart into broken pieces
When the pain from your good bye brought me fears
That you and I would only become memories
When deep inside I was dying
When words were beyond saying
When your eyes met my eyes, staring
Still, you didn’t see me crying
Copyright © Diba Basar | Year Posted 2015
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A ticking clock in silence
Fading light, brushing
I am fighting my conscience
In this tunnel of my heart, seeking
For an answer of unasked question
For a reason to keep this feeling as mine
When I know keeping means excruciation
Still the question whirling, in this tunnel of my mind
What should I do with these feelings?
So forbidden yet so strong
Will you understand me even when nothing that I’m saying?
Will you embrace me or accuse me as being wrong?
By this tunnel of life I am standing
Wishing that I can travel through the life timeline
To find the right time, place and wording
To present my heart to you, my dear sunshine
Copyright © Diba Basar | Year Posted 2011
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A windy summer day
Colored by the bright yellow hays
As if inviting the mind to go astray
To a place where it prefers to stay
This swirling thought of mind
And the feeling that goes unwind
Can I keep this mellowness as mine?
Or should I let it be declined?
I know not what the designation
Of the feeling I come to encounter
Is it love, care or affection?
For that I have no answer
Hail the wind that sweeps my hair, the sun that brushes my face
I care not for what the word or phrase
For the heart wave I come to sense
Is nothing like a fake pretense
Copyright © Diba Basar | Year Posted 2011
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Diba Basar Poem
Allow me to be with you
When the bright sun shines on you in a summer’s day
Embraces you in its warmth
Allow me to be with you
When the birds chirping near your ears in spring
Sing you the loveliest song
Allow me to be with you
When the leaves turn brown in the autumn afternoon
Colour your heart with its mellow hue
Allow me to be with you
When the freezing wind blows in the winter night
Chills your bones and freeze your heart
Since I care not if it’s winter
Nor autumn, nor spring
Moreover summer
Since I care not if I were your slave
Nor your pet, nor your friend
Moreover lover
Since this love’s so strong
That I care about nothing
Just allow me to be with you
Through summer, spring, autumn and winter
Copyright © Diba Basar | Year Posted 2010
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Diba Basar Poem
I DO
I love you
With a color of blue
Always stay true
For this life and through
I love you
With the softness of a morning dew
So soft and so new
For this life and through
I love you
Like a naive girl without a clue
So lost like a faded hue
For this life and through
So blue
So true
With a sense that I never knew
Urging me to say I do
Copyright © Diba Basar | Year Posted 2008
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My heart feels like an empty space
I see millions of faces
Still it feels like I am out of place
Since the day you walked away
The hollowness seems larger
Every time the sun shines brighter
Because none of your laughter
Makes it warmer anymore
Mellowness
Sorrow and sadness
Leaving me senseless
In this indefinite madness
Since the day you walked away
Copyright © Diba Basar | Year Posted 2010
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Pain
is a mysterious work of heart
For we never know where it would end
Solitude or acceptance
Desperation or resolution
Madness or full enlightment
The path is never the same
The pace is none that we can name
And the end is always unknown
Tilll all pieces come to its destined place
Copyright © Diba Basar | Year Posted 2016
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