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Best Poems Written by Shabana Shajahan

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How do I?

HOW DO I?

How do I tell the sun  
that I am burning in the moonlight?  
How do I tell the darkness  
that I am afraid in the light?  

How do I tell the ocean  
that I am drowning in the land?  
How do I tell the thunder  
that I am deafened in the silence?  

How do I tell the fire  
that I am burning in the water?  
How do I tell the night  
that I am lost in the day?  

How do I tell the stars  
that I can’t count my fingers?  
How do I tell the monsters  
that I am terrified by the angels?  

How do I tell death  
that I’m lifeless despite this beating heart?  

And how do I tell myself  
that I’m still a kid who’s seeking  
for peace and love that doesn’t tear apart?

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Seasons bleed: when we burned and died to meet

He was the night sky, and I was a star;
But before we met, daylight arrived. 

He was a firefly, and I was a flower;
But when we met, winter whispered chills.

He was a snowflake, and I was the ground;
But before he could reach me, summer shined. 

He was a bug, and I was a leaf;
Yet before we could embrace, Autumn secluded us.

He was the flame, and I was the ice;
When we met, I took my final breath.

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When the leaves fall; The ache of letting go

As autumn came to claim the leaves from my strands,
Its breeze swirled around my bark and branches,
A threat, ready to seclude the foliage from my hands.
I was too stubborn to release the leaves from my grasp.

But my leaves, desperate to escape with the wind away from my distress,
So I let them fall, as I promised myself to choose me over strife.
Yet my branches bore the pain of emptiness,
Where once, the foliage had brimmed with life.

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Her gentle kiss

Mother,
You are not here to soothe my restless night,
To kiss my dawn and make mornings bright.
No gentle hands to brush the dust away,
Or calm the storms my weary heart conveys.

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Scars we wear

We fall, break and bleed, 
and we heal but scars stay, yet 
scars show wars we won.

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A question to humanity

O men of earth! Tell me, do the misery and scars carved into your hearts serve as a vast barrier that halts your kindness and cordiality?

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If Only I Wasn’t the Thorn

I wish you stars, but not the darkness they need to shine.
I wish you clouds, but not the tears they pour.  
I wish you roses, but never their thorns.
And I wish you love–
but not me.

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Chasing fireflies; A birthday wish

It’s your birthday? Forget the cake and cheers.  
Let’s slice up a piece of life and dive into the tease.  
No fancy decor can match the warmth we bring,  
Just us, sharing secrets like agents in a fling.

In a world of chaos, everything blurs outside,  
Oh, how I would rant through my rage on a long, tiring night.  
Pouring out struggles, sharing troubles and delight,  
You listen, filling my heart with warmth and ease, my guide.

Yet in our childhood, those sun-soaked, endless days,  
We chased each other like fireflies, lost in playful ways.  
I can't imagine us as adults, so far from that sense,  
For the mini-version of ourselves lingers in my brain.

The special bond we share, I know, others must see.  
Sisters often bicker, but we let it be.  
While they fight and criticize, we just go with the flow.  

Who needs a party when we can roam the aisles,  
Pretending to be food critics, savoring snacks with smiles.

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A Warrior in Conceal

A Warrior in Conceal.

In a room stands tall a mirror clear,
Revealing a reflection that deceived the world with a smile.
When I recognized it, my eyes poured out a tear,
And it was clear that the reflection was mine all the while.

It asks my nights of silent tears and struggle,
To expose the truth my false smile would never reveal.
It showcased the unspoken love under my heart's rubble,
And unveiled all my wounds that time could never heal.

My reflection speaks: "Accept and learn to heal,
Don’t run or hide, but face the wounds you bear.
I'm proud of you, a warrior through conceal,
For in your heart, gain strength to face despair.

Next time you stand before me, let me feel
A reflection, freed from past wounds, and completely healed."

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My heart is a graveyard

My heart is a graveyard,
Where i buried the people
Who never returned, leaving me
Haunted by their broken promises. 

The chambers carry the hidden scars,
And the ashes of the wilting flowers.
The haunting whispers of my heart,
Were replied by all my ghost's dying past.

It was a garden where grief bloomed. 
I sowed the seeds under the layers of regret,
Poured tears day and night, and felt moved
Hoping it will bloom into joy and gloom.

It is a burial of unspoken love,
Where i painted the walls of my heart with 
unseen poem, a prison of words somehow
using a brush drenched in blood and awe.

Now I'm getting used to the Grave's sound 
A void of silence and remorse,
And everything smells like ashes
And rotten corpse.