Mɛss.

When poetry becomes a disease,
and people all too untrustworthy

When a million ideas begin to inspire,
but they all sound just so clichéd

When you are finally barefoot
but the land disappears from below

Or when you’re ready to take flight
but above you spans a sky no more.

Commas, slashes, colons, fullstops:
knives, daggers, tight knots, stones.

When promises lose their sanctity–
of forever, hope, “Forever, I hope.”

There is no use finding meaning, see
Life keeps pouring death into bones.

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23 thoughts on “Mɛss.

  1. Suyash Chopra says:

    I wonder sometimes, Maria, how do you weave these words. They touch the inner chords of heart. Your words are so expressive and with lot of hidden essence, definitely very personal i presume.

      • Suyash Chopra says:

        🙂 🙂 It makes sense to like-minded people who can read between the lines 😉
        Except appreciating your verses and expressions, i am helpless in rest of the ways. But may be, by sharing your emotions and pains in the form of poems, i hope its impact on you gets lessened.

        Have a good day, dear…with lots of blessings from the Almighty…!!!

  2. miss.mysterious says:

    MashaAllah well written!
    My fav part was ❤
    When promises lose their sanctity–
    of forever, hope, “Forever, I hope.”

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