Flaws in words

the flaws in words that may can show you that perfection is an illusion

[dumpmindedwriter]

am longing for someone who will take care of me from behind when I am haphazardly standing in the middle of the road without a single thought of my life, busy capturing the sky.

-misbah

[dumpmindedwriter]

we are all in our little bubble of comfort and shyness waiting to get read by someone who can touch our soul and make it transparent that we do not need to speak about ourselves in words, just a touch, and all our vulnerability starts glistering in our eyes.

-misbah

[dumpmindedwriter]

We both, me and him are different and similar at the same time; like sun and moon with the warm and cold light.

[dumpmindedwriter]

I wish when I am on my death bed, I don't want to look back on the hard work I do to achieve success but I want to look back on those little moments and memories I make for myself. Whether it's planting a tree in my garden or reading my favorite novel, again and again, a small walk under moonlight, or dancing in the rain. I just want to smile thinking them.

[dumpmindedwriter]

With time bond doesn't become strong, they start fading away; that's why we born to fade with death.

[dumpmindedwriter]

//Let's talk about you and me//

Let's hold each other hands

with the darkest secret, we hold

betwixt the knuckles

and write it down on foreheads,

let me see in your eyes

and see the face of the person

you fall, at the age of nine

and show me that love letters

you failed to write in your tenth class.

let's sit beneath that tree

where you have your first picnic

with your family

and let the emotions

cowp over the skin of mine,

about the warmth you felt

when your mother hold you for the

first time in her arms,

or the rose wilted petals

between the pages of your favorite book,

or the proud smile on your father face

when you reject to give up

after falling numerous times from your bicycle.

let's walk through the alleys of hope

together

listening to our favorite music

which questioning the thought

of yours on love,

let's write about our belief on

soulmates on walls,

how we explore home in each other,

let's write that forever is a scam

but how we memorized to embrace our present.

Let's talk about the expression

you had when you saw her after

three years on that evening,

or the taste of that drink still reside on your tongue,

let's not settle with your favorite things

but talk about the nights you found yourself alone

or the morning when you scared to open your eyes

the words you stammered to speak

or the voice you heard inside your mind.

let's talk about imperfect things

things like,

tangled hairs which weaved

laughs

the crescent tattoo on the neck

or wrinkles on the shirt

the dimples on cheeks

or the broken heart of people like mine,

the zephyr moving without destination

or the scars on the body

let's talk about imperfect things

like you and me.

-dumpmindedwriter

[dumpmindedwriter]

I am confused nowadays, so I bleed love poems.

-dumpmindedwriter

[dumpmindedwriter]

Can anybody believe me,

when I say he is the miracle of God,

the charm he had, a gift to him,

his enamor eyes, enthrall spark,

pellucid for some,

some who vouchsafed by God.

.

Can the person sitting next to me,

listen to all the stories and musing I know about him,

Infinite tales and anecdotes lauding him.

Can that person witness the glow in my eyes and excitement on my face when I babbled about him?

Can I tell you, you the one who questioned

me,

"Who is my favorite person or which person I loved?";

Can I tell you, he is the one whom I loved the most,

He is the one who's presence is a blessing on me,

the glory of love;

he carries that splendor that attracts me towards him.

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The one who always curious to know about the one I conceal in my poems,

Can I tell you, there's a boy, I tried to hide in my poetries,

in the space between dreams and reality,

somewhere betwixt dawn and dusk,

I hide him in the room where happiness and love reside;

I hide him inside my heart.

.

Can you, you the one who always wonder why I never fall for anyone,

Can I tell you my friend that I fall,

fall in the chasteness of his soul,

I fall for him when the moon shines,

when I got his name on my lips,

when the last raindrop reflects his smile;

I fall for him every time I read, feel love around me,

I fall every minute, every second,

Can I tell you I fall for him every time I breathe?

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Are you ready, yes you who always asked me to describe my favorite place,

Can I tell you, the place where I saw him for the first time,

at the corner bench near the magnolia tree,

his eyes gazing the book and I saw the flowering on his head,

He chilling in the spring afternoon in his grandma's gifted scarf.

Can I tell you my favorite place is the only place where I find him?

.

Can I tell you, yes you the one reading this,

that how every time I fail to describe him

or conceal in my poems

Can I tell you,

he is the only melody who soothes my heart,

he is the only one, I hope to see in my dreams,

he is the only one I love.

-dumbmindedwriter

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