Late Night Conversations

By Afreen Wahab

A saying, breathing is simple surviving isn't

Then what makes so hard to live

A person's harshness

that can someone tear apart,

A heart breaking into uncountable pieces

Can mend those which are big enough,

Ineffable feeling

A prayer seems like a curse

Kindness seems like a drama with purpose

The breaths of tremendous moments

Striving through mundanity

Anticipating with little affirmation

What a treacherous life people live,

Someone wants to live and someone to die,

Selling out our own lives, cutting it short

We learn life is short,

When crisis dawn upon us.

Late night conversations pt 2

Quarantine,

Dwindling kindness,

Chaos, breathing in and out

Mind floating on the surface

Profoundness too far gone

Hatred creating mayhem

Isn't human is the only race,

Humanity seems like a mere word

Religion, race, caste is the issue without being an issue,

Is the mercy too far gone?

Bigotry, misogynist surounds the ambience

like a nightmare,

Where is the peace we all dream about?

Late night conversations (part 3)

I don't want to be sad anymore

To the point I become paralyzed

Body becomes numb

Laying on the bed past midnight

Introspecting how life could have been,

I don't want to be sad anymore,

Heart fails to feel

Mind running hundred miles a second,

Delved in cynical thought

Ties me from the things I want to do

I love to,

I don't want to be sad anymore,

Couldn't recall what's makes happy

The longing smile,

The kind where even silliness seems exquisite

I don't want to be sad anymore,

And I forget the touch of admiration

Losing the sense

Living cadaver

I want to be feel everything all over again.

By Afreen Wahab