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where is she? where is she? asked the emperor
the lady with the candle must not be found...
do you think the captain of this ship is blind?
the anchored ship must not be caught...
the baby in the cradle starts to sob
but no one near must be found...
the red cap! the red cap! says the man in white
it is the moment when the lightning must strike...
the red carpet and the fall of crown
she must not be found,lady in light pink gown...
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killed it
it is dead
its over
just stop it now
it is the very end
its enough
over
i said...over!
"please...."
and it is back.
all that, undoing gone down the drain
bye...
"I'm sorry..."
hi, lets start again?
" it's okay "
what's next?
The Repetition,
Of the same old song..
"Someone wrote this song before and I could tell you where its from...."
Copyright © Fareha Ayzal | Year Posted 2024
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I told y-o-u about, What's outside the pyramid.
but Y-o--u won't believe, everything to begin with.
I called you out ,from your o-w-n little Pyramid
b-u-t y-o-u won't come out! From that little pyramid
Soo hide inside, of your lit-tle pyramid
b-u-t keep in mind ,what's outside the pyramid
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I had a dream, a Nightmare
A scary kid with a frighting Stare
The Fright of which, I couldn't bare
As if I was being caught in a snare
My Heart Sinking to the ocean Floor
soul shaken to its deepest core
Throat aching , as if it is sore
I want to run, run to the shore
He speaks, Speaks in a Language unknown to me
faces Shifting in Distance all of them familiar to me
Speaking, speaking in a Language Unknown to me
I am alone, alone among the people So Beloved to me
A distant voice resonates my thoughts
I close my eyes, and feel my soul
I seek protection, protection of my lord;
"I want to be safe with the master of the day break,
from the evil of what he created
and from the evil of the dark when it takes over."
(Al-Quran 113:1-3)
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fidget! fidget! fidget!
until you can't do it anymore
fall! fall! fall!
until you reach the Bottom of the universe
run! run! run!
until you gasp at your last wavering breath
hide! hide! hide!
until you fade into the darkness of abyss
drown! drown! drown!
until a hand Catches you
gasp! gasp! gasp!
until Your lungs are free of Water
see the light?
you see it ... can't you?
Wa-Iza Sa-laka Ibadi Ani Fa-ini Qareeb. (Al-Quran)
"Am truly near.
I respond to one’s prayer when they call upon Me"
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she could see in their eyes
they looked at her , as if she was a Dove.
she was the freedom
they wanted to capture ,
they wanted to hide her,
to encage her
to keep her only, only for themselves.
but she was a dove.
a dove of Freedom.
will they clip her Wings?
or will she Fly away?
where can she go?
Will She be kept in a cage?
to be Opened and Closed at the owners will?
they looked at her, to cage her.
the Beauty she held in her heart was so Pure.
so magnificent...
that even she Couldn't hide the Rays Radiating from her soul.
she...she was a ....
Dove of Freedom.
with so many questions
yet to be answered...
with so many Queries
yet to be solved...
she...she was a ....
Dove of Freedom.
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do you think i belong here?
so close to you, so near
oh Penelope did you hear?
she wants me right there..
but I am lost in deep mess
in a pit, a fissure, an Abyss
oh canopy of tall trees?
i just want to be in bliss
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The sky,
it's not blue, It is silvery grey
a canvas smudged by trembling rays,
You—
Like the inside of a poet’s soul
Who is going insane, but laughs it off
sketches madness, speaks in dread
He writes with a pen of crimson red,
Pouring words in existential dread,
somehow alive, yet almost dead
in every phrase he has ever said
Khaki dress, brown horses tread,
a field of daisies, where no dreams wed
Blue beret falls, flashing death
Vivid dreams, the tulip's Dead
The sky's not blue it's vivid grey
Ever heard of leaver's stay?
He paints his muse-
As the conscious fuse
a girl runs, in silvery-grey
Yellow hues, field of hay,
face hidden, hair in disarray-
a moment lost in dim-lit decay.
For no logic could comprehend
What came his way
Shooting stars in iris gleamed
Visions repeat in the vivid dreams
Straw hat falls, drowning death
The Indus flows, daisy's dead
The skies renew, with a reddish hue
Giving the reader a timeless cue
Reindeer screams, panther sleeps
Creepers climb and the willows weep
Moonflower blooms, in sunset hue-
Lavender wilts, with a muddy view-
the sky, it watched—
In monsoon grey—
and swallowed all they didn’t say.
No place for you to be naive,
No shelter left for hearts to grieve
For every illusion has to cease
With every single paper crease
Copyright © Fareha Ayzal | Year Posted 2025
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Fareha Ayzal Poem
The sky, it's not blue, It is silvery grey
a canvas smudged by trembling rays,
You—
Like the inside of a poet’s soul
Who is going insane, but laughs it off
sketches madness, speaks in dread
He writes with a pen of crimson red,
Pouring words in existential dread,
somehow alive, yet almost dead
in every phrase he has ever said
Khaki dress, brown horses tread,
a field of daisies, where no dreams wed
Blue beret falls, flashing death
Vivid dreams, the tulip's Dead
The sky's not blue it's vivid grey
Ever heard of leaver's stay?
He paints his muse-
As the conscious fuse
a girl runs, in silvery-grey
Yellow hues, field of hay,
face hidden, hair in disarray-
a moment lost in dim-lit decay.
For no logic could comprehend
What came his way
Shooting stars in iris gleamed
Visions repeat in the vivid dreams
Straw hat falls, drowning death
The Indus flows, daisy's dead
The skies renew, with a reddish hue
Giving the reader a timeless cue
Reindeer screams, panther sleeps
Creepers climb and the willows weep
Moonflower blooms, in sunset hue-
Lavender wilts, with a muddy view-
the sky, it watched—
In monsoon grey—
and swallowed all they didn’t say.
No place for you to be naive,
No shelter left for hearts to grieve
For every illusion has to cease
With every single paper crease
Copyright © Fareha Ayzal | Year Posted 2025
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