Verse & imagery
Verse
Words arranged in ways that feel like something.
Trained to follow
People of uncertainty,
taught to follow
a fool clutching a book,
or a book dragged behind a nation.
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The unnamed hand
They ask me what I believe,
and I tell them, I don’t know.
But inside, I wonder
is there a storyteller?
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A sound in the silence
I came back home after months of study
Hoping to find some peace and rest
But my room was cold and void of life
As if it had been long left
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Let's embrace the cringe
Do you understand cringe?
Some loathe it deeply,
I wonder why?
Does it bite them, unseen?
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I'm a thinker, though not always a good one. I think I'm a flicker, rarely predictable and do not have a schedule or an ambition to write bigger. I write, because sometimes writing leaves a mark in ways nothing else can. I don't write consistently, but when I do, I feel like the quiet is listening. I don't know how it works, maybe no one does.
"What is written belongs to the beholder." maybe it means something. Or maybe it's just words.
Irfan Habeeb