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Bullying

it is terrible

how someone can

break a person in so many ways

without even

realizing what they are

doing

when those kids

laugh at their jokes

the joke cries

weeping in secrecy

scared to show their face

call it what it is

bullying

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Meant To Be

why is it

that every time i look at you

i seem to grin

not out of laughter

but out of happiness

a day spent without you

often does not incur a smile

because truly

i seldom am happy

but i am never sad

when i am with you

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Hurt

tears ran down my face

in routes as uncertain

as my problems

my heart beat faster

faster than light

it lay heavy

heavier than numerous planes

and in all these descriptions

i was sad

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Fuck Fake Friends

i never gave you my worst

for fear of you leaving me

it was always my best

my hopes

my dreams

my ambitions and my passions

my happiness seemed to make you happy

but when i got sad

i did not know if you were happy

because you just were not there

you ran away

you told me you genuinely did not care

i came back to you four times

you never apologized

but this is the fifth time

and this time

i am the one running away

goodbye

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Love, Lust and Obsession.

in every breath i take

in each moment of joy

in sorrow and in pain

in joy and in strength

in this life and the next

i have never stopped

nor will i ever stop

thinking about you

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The Future of Pakistan

the sweet aroma of happiness

lingered in the polluted air

cries now found a reason to emerge in joy

rather than in pain

indistinct voices could be heard

around the ‘gulli’ (alley)

excitement

commotion

expressed in urdu, punjabi, broken english too

men and women

smoking to their hearts’ content

ate numerous deligthtful foods

each one packed with a

unique yet delicious flavor

they conversed as openly

and as happily

as they did

before the age of oppression

before their homes became prisons

before their bodies were tortured

now

they were free

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Death at a School

the end seemed closer than ever

freedom was at the tip of his fingers

he kept his eyes focused on the

beige concrete stairs

for reaching the ground

would mark his final descent

down the highway from hell

his worries

his fears

the end of his high-school story

was to eliminate all his insecurities

he inched closer

closer to the title of a former student

it was almost as if he could taste it

the flavor of happiness

his legs slightly exhausted

but his mind excited and ready

yet he didn’t quite reach the end

for a fellow excited peer

in their own moment of carelessness

seemed to confuse a nudge for a push

and that day

and for every single day after that

his freedom was not granted

for his body never made it past the highway

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A piece inspired by a body I saw on the road at 12.30 AM tonight.

a carefree spirit spread his arms wide

on the backseat of a motorbike

enjoying the stars

and the fireworks that lit up brightly

like a cathartic explosion

that would change his life

and in that moment of enjoyment

in that brief rebirth

a pang screamed louder

than his anger would in his darkest nights

as he felt nothing

he turned to his shoulder

and just as he could see

the scarlet stain on his green shirt

his eyes began to close

and his genesis

became his demise