Midnight Scribbles

Sitting alone at the midnight surrounded by silent screams,

Walking through the path of the forest of my memories and shattered dreams.

Every night I try to give words to all my untold stories,

But I end up with the pages of my diary filled with scribblings.

No more I feel angry no more I feel sad,

All I know is my heart is broken and trashed.

I feel drained by pain and filled with wounds yet to convalesce,

I let the ink scribble on the page as the blood flows from the cuts of my veins.

My sorrow bring joy to someone,

My sacrifice brings a smile to the face of someone.

I break to meet other’s wishes like shooting stars in night vision,

Sitting beside the window I scribble until sunlight brings me out of illusion.

In this world, all I’m seeking is peace and no violence,

But I end up finding myself surrounded by mess.

No sooner I get away with the “Again smoky air in Palestine” headlines,

I find “Students Denied from Entry to School for Hijab” which forces me to scribble all night.

Passed out school holding hands of a friend,

Created so many memories and in a school built so many trends.

But now slowly losing contact with them,

Looking at their name going down in the chat list I scribble out of pain.

At times I look at the eyes of my parents,

I cry and feel I am not the best for them.

So much they provide me and nothing I do in return,

Which build the guilt that keeps me awake to scribble for relief from the burn.