Asra Jawaid
Drama
The storm
Kept me awake
All night,
As my tears
Rained and my
Conscience died.
My heart still
Roars to fill
The void,
Of untouched
Emotions and
Fake smiles.
Fake
The Old Tree
Victim
Norms
Imposter
Reflection
Pain
The night was l dark, and the world slept quietly A scream, “Thief. Thief “ Woke up rich man’s ho... The night was l dark, and the world slept quietly A scream, “Thief. Thief “ W...
The super villain talks of wealth. The super villain talks of wealth.
The grandfather clock chimes another doleful hour, It’s mechanical heart murmurs within its oaken... The grandfather clock chimes another doleful hour, It’s mechanical heart murm...
Night fades, dreams die, hopes disappear in busy traffic of life, Night fades, dreams die, hopes disappear in busy traffic of life,
And these emotions often control me. And these emotions often control me.
They said, I fell for the wrong flesh, And my innocent love was questioned by interrogative eyes. They said, I fell for the wrong flesh, And my innocent love was questioned by...
I love you from the core of my heart, For making me strong, kind and smart. I love you from the core of my heart, For making me strong, kind and smart.
The word mom stands for love, The word mom stands for love,
How far must the honey bee roam To find an elusive flower, How far must the honey bee roam To find an elusive flower,
Is this hypocrisy? Is this hypocrisy?
Yonder, albeit the sun has drown, The baritone seems to have left the crowd, Yonder, albeit the sun has drown, The baritone seems to have left the crowd,
It all depends on how you look It all depends on how you look
As I gasped on the sight of what my eyes caught, As I gasped on the sight of what my eyes caught,
I need your shelter from all these storms Be my sanctuary from life’s turbulent seas I need your shelter from all these storms Be my sanctuary from life’s tu...
Every time, you tell me, To smoothen my edges, Every time, you tell me, To smoothen my edges,
The scars of her past are hidden beneath her clothes The scars of her past are hidden beneath her clothes
Those night falls were prowling with a desire to delve me in, Those night falls were prowling with a desire to delve me in,
And finally Spring, With flowers and butterflies, And finally Spring, With flowers and butterflies,
When I acknowledge his existence, I found my purpose When I acknowledge his existence, I found my purpose
Do you know what nights bring us? Do you know what nights bring us?
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