Nazish Sabir
Drama Tragedy
Words do prick,
even harder than the pointy needle
Souls do shatter into pieces,
with words ripping apart their existence
An Inspiratio...
Isn't It Wort...
One Good Drea...
Move On
A Wanderer
A webbed war ...
Sunshine, onc...
Reality Check...
Red A Class
I Am Not Just...
I allowed myself to be lulled Into a peaceful slumber By the warm east wind. I allowed myself to be lulled Into a peaceful slumber By the warm east wind.
Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body
"Sorry" might not reside in your millennial dictionary. "Sorry" might not reside in your millennial dictionary.
Every ray of sunlight speaks a different story Every ray of sunlight speaks a different story
Caught fireflies to store their light on a page Caught fireflies to store their light on a page
History is a big part for the human race ... History is a big part for the human race ...
Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering. Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering.
But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me. But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me.
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...
I found myself amongst the woods, I found myself amongst the woods,
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...
Oh Religion! Thou perplex'd fool, Oh Religion! Thou perplex'd fool,
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'
the sunsets.... the sunsets....
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
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