Word-weaver

I'm a poet and short story writer. I write haiku, free verse and lyrical poems too. Insta: @writer.moin

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Summer

summer is in bloom,

a green caterpillar roams

bite marks on leaves

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it is raining here,

crows and pigeons drenched to toes—

leaves are born again

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Anti-Healing

Blood gushes out of my body

like a succulent liquid;

my arms have lost their strength—

now they are too light;

I stood there, affixed to the place of my origin,

waiting for a hug;

my roots of agony run deep, coursing through layers and layers of history;

I have no heart but I did make memories.

Children came to me in summer,

and hugged me, a warm comfort—

maybe all of us were healing.

They scribbled on my back,

gently...

But then, some broken-hearted, love-laced

lover

h.a.m.m.e.r.e.d.

nails into my trunk.

I let him cry on me,

let him lie against me—

the wind lulled him to sleep

sometimes.

You might have mistaken me for a human

being...

sorry, I am a tree—

I was.

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Turmoil

There is a silent numbness in my heart—

it breaks, and breaks the reverie of mind.

This living, throbbing flesh has come apart;

the torment has been rough and less than kind.

Hark! the wind is slithering through grass;

Death shall spare no jolly lad or lass.

But soon, this tempest will subside

only to fall anon and rise.

Away, away, my eyes are full!

I need not you, nor words of lie...

No way, no way, can I then pull

away from you. Words don't lie.

Midnight is when this love is ripe,

but fits of terror seize me whole.

The beads of sweat on forehead wipe

away my worries, calm my soul.

My nerves are still, and I am calm.

The peace returned is my balm.

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I Married a Poet

I married a poet. Initially, I thought I might have to sacrifice a lot and get by in life on the meagre income of a poet.

I was wrong.

Even though he may not be the richest man but he is the richest in heart. His words are sweet, undeceiving, like the honest sunrays dancing on the waves. I blush every day as he leaves for work with a small note attached to the dinner table.

I was right.

After 3 years of our marriage, he joined a school where he teaches his students how to live life without worries. He was chosen for me like the raindrop that touched the first leaf.

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Kindness

Be the kind who is kind to all, and know that words don't just hurt others but cut through the chest; slashing its way through; these pointed word-knives slice with malice, and if you try to pry them out the knives will melt into the shape of "Sorry…"

Some words do soothe the aching heart, but—above all—it tears you apart! Sweet-sounding words do issue from their lips but the petals are moist with maggots falling out in place of a comforting perfume. How they wriggle out of the listener's ears— the ear falls off, infested.

Be kind— one of a kind.

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Turmoil

There is a silent numbness in my heart—

it breaks, and breaks the reverie of mind.

This living, throbbing flesh has come apart;

the torment has been rough and less than kind.

Hark! the wind is slithering through grass;

Death shall spare no jolly lad or lass.

But soon, this tempest will subside

only to fall anon and rise.

Away, away, my eyes are full!

I need not you, nor words of lie...

No way, no way, can I then pull

away from you. Words don't lie.

Midnight is when this love is ripe,

but fits of terror seize me whole.

The beads of sweat on forehead wipe

away my worries, calm my soul.

My nerves are still, and I am calm.

The peace returned is my balm.

My Taglist: @most-ment @jordynhaiku @thecreakywriter @littlemissjahi @dreams-encapsulated-in-glamour @hauntedandwholesome @sunlovemoon @sweetwarmcookies16 @selene-stories @vixen1012 @distilledmelancholies @aaronawbra @yumiraaa

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Mechanical Love

Can I love a being of metal? Human-like but not human— and her voice is not like petal, but some gears made to run.

Passionless her eyes observe me tending to my worldly needs. And her face is also lovely, with her graceful arms she feeds. Treachery is commonplace, but she is not so out of place. Loyalty is hard to find; she accepts me as her kind. Still, the path to love from like must be full of rose and spike. I will take full on the stares, tell them off with, "who cares?"

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And when Mahmoud Darwish wrote;

“tumhari gair maujoodgi mein sab theek hai, siwaye mere.”

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Allow me to present a piece of my heart:

sou phool khile hai un wadiyon mein, siwaye tere

- Moin

Translation: One hundred flowers have bloomed in those valleys, except you

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What brought you to the world of poetry I wonder?

If I say that my curiosity for the English language brought me to the world of poetry, it wouldn't be wrong.

But what made me actually dive into this unknown world was a poem I read in my eleventh grade. I was reading a poem for leisure, and a thought came to my mind. "These poets are humans, like us. If they can write a poem, why can't I?" Then my journey began.

I transitioned from nature poems to love; love poems to hate; hate poems to experimental poems; experimental to structured poems; and finally back to love and nature poetry. I am still exploring.

Thank you for asking, @most-ment ! I am honoured.

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The Wilted Love

My love, I do not love you.

Leave me! Let me lose my mind.

I am still and nothing new,

but all the pain, PAIN combined!

I will not be rude, love, twice.

Begone! This hour is not mine.

Have a say? Then be precise.

Be so quick before I whine.

(I know that winter reigns your heart.

But will there never be a sun?

Without you whither shall I dart?

Are...are you not my only hun?)

I am done with loving you.

This love you can not renew.

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The Presence

Standing in the rain

with her beside me,

I smile the length of a rainbow.

The rain falls.

I feel alive!

I sense a circus of emotions,

juggling Joy, Anxiety and Bliss

and nothing falls apart.

A complete man I am!

The rain falls slowly.

Steaming cup in my hand,

the wafting smell is pleasing

to me;

she sits in front of me

with a dazzling smile,

she holds my hands and asks:

"Which warmth is your favourite:

the coffee's or mine?

I kiss her hand;

no words are needed

where actions are loud enough.

The rain descends.

We walk away

to our favourite place;

where we met and sat

and had a chat,

and we are glad...

We laugh at our silly days,

and I find myself pinching her cheeks.

She repays me with a nose pinch.

We both laugh and time

stops

to look at us.

The rain has stopped,

but a storm rises in my heart.

Suddenly!

She grabs my hand and leads me

somewhere where I had never been,

for she wants me to be a part of her

forever.

Note: This is a prequel to The Absence poem I posted yesterday.

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The Absence

Standing in the rain,

I can not forget her smile,

nor can I see it again.

The rain falls.

Why did I hope to be alive?

when all I am

is

a carcass moving like a snail,

but liquifying with each trail

until I am no more.

The rain falls still.

Steaming cup in my hand,

the wafting smell is pleasing

to those who have a heart of joy;

not me, who has had his heart

loved—

shouldered by sorrow, slowly.

The imprints of my lips are cold,

exuding a forgotten warmth

yet, on the other side of the table,

a strange silhouette warms my ears—

ah! The coffee stings my tongue.

The rain falls heavily.

I walk away

somewhere;

where we met and sat

and had a chat,

and I was glad...

My hands are cold and cracked,

but a ghost of hand holds them

and I feel loved in this

depressing rain.

The rain stops.

Altogether.

The mood is worsening more,

and I must go somewhere;

where you are not

but I am.

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Hating Hatred

Dread and terror will be rising

from the bottom of my heart,

hate, and hate will start devising;

all your schemes shall fall apart.

Not one inch of my hatred then

will fill the emptiness you feel,

and love will only count to ten

before your heart can wholely heal.

You stabbed me with a smile so bright

that all remorse was swallowed in.

But I will not give in to spite

and that shall teach you how to win.

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Love at Almost Midnight

I have set my heart on you;

it beats in joyous glee.

Feelings which I can't subdue

are running towards thee.

So hold me like you hold a string,

and mould my heart like clay;

careful be with what you sing,

for it won't beat and stay.

The night is also calling me

as moon and stars have come to see

the reason why I smile at thee,

for I have you and you have me.

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Hello there, what's your favourite type of poetry to write?

My favourite type of poetry is—most probably—quatrain, rhyming. If you were to ask me for flawless flow of thoughts with accuracy, it would be free-verse. I am still exploring other forms of poetry.

As for theme, it is better when I write story-poems, romance, nature and dejected poems.

What are your favourites, my friends?