Isma Zafar
Drama
Deprived of sleep and burden of pain
Tears that rain
And sadness I couldn't claim
3 am had it's own charm
It either destroys you
Or make you stronger!
Me & You
Journey Of Ti...
Scars Of Hear...
Scars Of Hea...
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A Girl's Tale
Freedom was gifted to me.... ....the moment I came out of my mother's womb but got trapped immediat... Freedom was gifted to me.... ....the moment I came out of my mother's womb but ...
Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body
Now I'm in front of the divine knowledge I'm unable to tell you what my mind is with Now I'm in front of the divine knowledge I'm unable to tell you what my mind ...
Poor water runs clean and smooth, Poor water runs clean and smooth,
Unhappy to be back, Hurt in the wrong spots, Unhappy to be back, Hurt in the wrong spots,
Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering. Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering.
On that day I will be proud to say “We have freedom. On that day I will be proud to say “We have freedom.
Oh, what a shame it would be! To leave these four walls and flee. Oh, what a shame it would be! To leave these four walls and flee.
Shes just Melanin Rich. Shes just Melanin Rich.
Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional circle. Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional cir...
What if you were to find Your own self to be there? What if you were to find Your own self to be there?
First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the people around me... First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the pe...
The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all of us out there. The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all...
Cousin to death is sleep... Cousin to death is sleep...
And then there are days That are the dreaded word And then there are days That are the dreaded word
Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers' Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers'
Wisdom rules our baffled brain, Like those drops of blissful rain, Wisdom rules our baffled brain, Like those drops of blissful rain,
Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp... Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp...
Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent
And in a room filled with the promise of sleep, Only my nightmares do fit And in a room filled with the promise of sleep, Only my nightmares do fit
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