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Best Poems Written by Rizwan Saleem

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Two Tears

Sometimes 
There isn’t water 
In all the oceans and the seas 
That can drown 
But on some nights 
Two tears are enough
To choke the breath in me

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Longing

My eyes wander 
Over every face that I see 
So that I may catch some resemblance of you 
I breathe in the air 
Not so for the need to live 
But so I may catch somehow a whiff of your fragrance 
Perhaps gone astray from where you stand 
I revisit the places close to your home 
And reach out to touch clefts, least you ran your blessed hands on them 
Over some point in time 
My mind is spent in devising nefarious plots and schemes
To give me one good reason I could call you again 
I run harder and harder 
Kick start my dead beat heart 
I open my chest to let in air 
Dizzy with exertion 
There is no picture painted like you 
There can be no perfume that can replicate your heavenly redolence 
No feel in this life that can match your healing touch 
No pain worse than your absence around me

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Blank Pages

I stare at the blank page 
And wonder where to begin 
Since I have run out of words of dismay 
My heart gives me ink no more 
I’d die to hear your voice again 
And I wait for hours on end 
But you kill me when you do call 
You talk as if you dialed a stranger 
I’m left more bereft with every conversation 
You trying to phase me out 
Me crawling to get back in 
I go seeking bigger troubles 
Then the one that already besieges me 
The “I miss you” means nothing to you 
For it seems now that I was the only one there 
You left long before
Throwing me a casual adieu

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A Walk In the Rain

A walk in the rain 
Let the drops fall where they may
A walk in the rain 
To be soaked to the skin 
A cleansing is what's needed 
A walk in the rain
To watch the earth come alive 
The streets shine and shimmer 
The harder the winds blow 
Ethereal lights glow 
A walk in the rain
To hear my footsteps fall
And to leave my tracks behind me
To the orchestra of rolling thunder
A walk in the rain
To be in company 
To know that at least tonight
I don’t cry alone

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The Departed

THE DEPARTED	

Covered, closed and sealed
Fist after fist of moist sand
Laid to rest
The walk back now for the living
A drive to return to an empty abode
Wouldn't it be so much better to also bury the memories behind
Carry on now i must, and still be near the places where we used to dwell
Incomplete, left to repeat  a single wish 
If only you had taken me with you 
My eyes stray on the barren shelves
Where you kept your clothes
Residues of your perfume still linger in the air 
The very scents that stirred my lusts for so long
Now make it so hard to breath
i must wake still, every morning and pretend to be alive
Though, i know i went in that grave much before you
What remains now is a quest
 To seek answers for infinite questions that are left for me
All of them beginning with "why" 
The finality of it all, this surcease
 Becomes too much to bear
My heart beats on my chest like a hammer on a condemned wall
And when i can take no more, i fall to my knees and cry
Sob tears that rise from an abyss 
Very deep inside
For the love lost to me 
The warm embraces now cold as artic snow
The kisses owed but never collected
The words that i felt but left unsaid
Maybe you're in a better place now 
 Better than this living, breathing hell 
That caves in around me 
Maybe you're happy now
Or maybe, simply, this is what i deserved all along
So now that you're with others i see
Everyone else but me
 I'm taken back in that cemetery
To a cold dark corner, tranquil in perpetual shadow 
Far away and sequestered 
 On a little piece of hallowed ground
Where broken hearts are buried

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Discard

Discard

There is something in common 
Between the rubbish on the streets and me 
All these things were in use once 
And needed
A purpose, a role 
A designation too 
Some bought, some gifted 
Some passed on 
Then used, abused
Eventually cast away 
I can look and smile 
At their wasted stage now 
Some pieces of refuse still show signs of long lost glory 
And the splendor they could offer 
But now when deeds are done 
The cravings satiated 
These objects drift with the wind 
Trodden on by boots and shoes 
From one dirty corner to another 
Yes. There is so much in common 
Between this decay and I 
When I was needed
Loved, wanted and desired 
That I could not be lived without 
But things and people change with time 
Standing here I find my self 
Amongst new friends 
And we cry tears of the same size 
Laugh in recollections of days gone by
Hand in hand 
Suffer the pain together 
Of being discarded

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December

Dark clouds and blizzards
Echoes of silence surrounds
Crystalline water hanging from branches 
Evanesce my breath into frozen still air
Memories thaw inside spreading like warm molasses 
Buried deep inside glazed eyes
Ever present for me to pull out and see
Reminisce I do now on what warmth used to be

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The Wait

No, it’s not her  
I could tell by the hair
Nothing could come close that gossamer delight
As if woven by Aphrodite her self 
Then she burned in jealousy of her own creation
Sigh! That’s not her either 
Mine has skin white like milk 
Flawless and free from blemish
Smooth like the marble walls of a scared temple
Like religion, she could never be wrong 
My eyes keep searching for bliss 
No once again 
That isn’t her gait 
Her feline grace pushes the crowd apart 
The ground savors her every step 
I yearn to the heavens for her presence 
I wait still, for first sight 
With every passing minute 
My hope bleeds with time 
My recollections of her wear my patience thin 
In the silence of this maddening crowd I could hear my heart crack
Like a mirror that reveals ugly truths 
Still no sight of her 
She is not mortal 
Not like the others here 
Her redolence would fill the atmosphere if she were close 
The sun would dim; her smile would outshine all celestial creations
So no, 
That’s not her 
She’s nowhere to be found 
Crestfallen with disappointment 
I retreat for today 
Only to return again with fresh eyes in the morrow 
Or the next day, or the one after 
Waiting for her to unfold like a miracle before the faithless
I would revel in her presence  
For the few moments she would walk by
Then disappear
 She not knowing 
Who I ever was…

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Anatomy of a Curse

Anatomy of a curse

Let it be so
Let it come to your turn 
 These dark hallucinations of my mind
 The hope that your lips burn 
When you kiss some other 
Your deepest hazel eyes to lose color 
When you see it’s not me 


Cry out loud in anguish
When you think of the love we made 
Rashes ravage that flawless skin 
With every touch that isn’t mine

Ash gray to your fleece of jet black hair 
I wish it to be now 
The same pallor of what you left behind
Since they no longer cascade over me 	
Let those nimble fingers never feel sensations 
Those fingers that once entwined with mine
 
Slip from your palm every coin you ever hold 
Know you how it is to be bereft of all you ever owned
Skip a thousand beats of that dead cold heart you carry 
Every time my name is told 

Ghouls and vampires call on you
 In the dead of every night 
When this world retires to its slumber 
See how it feels to live
 Your life six hundred feet under
How the full moon now shines but not for its purpose before 
Those kisses we shared in its glow are ours no more
Walk to where you want, run so you can hide
I pray my memories hound you 
Let them never leave your side


No church or temple to give you relief 
Dance your ways with Satan 
Go round and round and round
Such a lovely couple you’d make 
Always room for some common ground

Rejoice in rebirth, I am fully woken 	
The spell you had cast is finally broken 
 Now live the way that I did 
Have your remaining years be wasted 	
 And let you languish through days and see
Then and only then 
Will you discover, lover
The true meaning of the word misery

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Hear Me Lord

Oh hearken to me lord! 
I grow tired and weary 
I can carry my battles no more 
I am no holy man 
No saint that I can bear this with fortitude 
I seek no fortune from you 
Nor does the love of this world tempt me 
I long for how things used to be 
My knees grazed by my lost supplications 
I weep only for my wasted days