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...
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 ...
Wandered along the jocund company, Of chatterbox and loud ocean, Wandered along the jocund company, Of chatterbox and loud ocean,
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
Unhappy to be back, Hurt in the wrong spots, Unhappy to be back, Hurt in the wrong spots,
If life was like grammar, It will feel like a bunch of commas, If life was like grammar, It will feel like a bunch of commas,
But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me. But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me.
On that day I will be proud to say “We have freedom. On that day I will be proud to say “We have freedom.
There was a poem in my head As I woke up this morning There was a poem in my head As I woke up this morning
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.
Stranger......... Stranger.........
There is wrong, there is right, There is wrong, there is right,
Cousin to death is sleep... Cousin to death is sleep...
I grow old, I grow older and more I’ll grow until finally I’m no more. Tonight I exist, tomorr... I grow old, I grow older and more I’ll grow until finally I’m no more. Ton...
Like mother, like daughter, oft we hear What if it happens the other way round? Like mother, like daughter, oft we hear What if it happens the other way roun...
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
Partial darkness cannot take away The urge to pen down my lines Partial darkness cannot take away The urge to pen down my lines
There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist, There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist,
She always loved To be like Mom, her replica She always loved To be like Mom, her replica
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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