Huzaifa Malik
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He called her Carolina
I want to build a shack on a shore that looks like a shipwreck on sand with a lighthouse on top. She would stand in a slanting titanic position and go by the name outfits. Cafe Carolina… And inside there would be bars, cafes, restaurants with big ass balconies And cute waitresses in pirate And while sad men would gather around the poker table And while some always won for some lost Some happier than some not Breezy still knew all his bluffs from far away sharpening his cue near the snooker table post.
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Shades of Life
I always thought life was Black and White. There’s a good and a bad, a wrong and a right. We don’t get time from our busy worlds, To appreciate and watch the beauty unfurl; the beauty of life, with all it’s shades: There’s never a time that the colour fades. Sometimes strangers come as angels in disguise To show us that in reality, we live in a paradise. Adversity too, has it’s own hue Amaranth Pink, or perhaps a Palatinate Blue. With Spring comes, a promise of sunshine, This makes us forget how winter made us whine. God gives us strength in mysterious ways To endure the forlorn Winter days. To appreciate life, one needs to live. And perhaps, learn to forget and forgive. From the ocean of colours: You can acquire, The shade you love; Or most desire.
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
The blue shirt
Then as the spring to summer converts, The markets flooded with brand new shirts. A purple one attracted my eye, And to buy that one, I told all sorts of lies. It was quite pretty, what the mannequin bear But too ugly it looked, when I did a wear. Then I realized I could not wear the purple either But there was a shade which I still could wear It was the earthy blue…………… Then the trees became naked, The season began to fade. Soon summer became belated, And came the season of drier shades. The purple, yellow and the orange had made me depressed Of the wrong choices I made, And to provide myself a little comfort I decided to buy a new shirt. I bought some shirts of mundane shades, Shades of ash and the lonely grey. Perhaps I wouldn’t wear it, I had a doubt It was too common -to stand out in a crowd! Then I realized I could not wear The sad little shades of ash and grey.
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
The Blue Shirt
A blue shirt, that’s all I had And a pretty little smile to make me glad. Days flowed and came the flowery season And to buy a new shirt, I had a solid reason. I bought a yellow, all bright and sunny But in my complexion, it looked kind of funny. Then I bought an orange, in accordance to the occasion So hot that I almost sweat and was filled with perspiration. I realized I could not wear the orange or the yellow But there was a shade which I still could wear It was the decent blue…… Then as the spring to summer converts, The markets flooded with brand new shirts. A purple one attracted my eye, And to buy that one, I told all sorts of lies. It was quite pretty, what the mannequin bear But too ugly it looked, when I did a wear. Then I realized I could not wear the purple either But there was a shade which I still could wear It was the earthy blue……………
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Goodbye
Holding onto my daughter's hand, I saw my wife cry, I couldn't touch them, none can say I didn't try. Thinking about what we've been through, how we got over our fears, I wanted to cry, but how exactly? I have got no tears. As I turned, I saw a beautiful picture of me, A candle lit in front of it, I fell to my knee.
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
The bright side
There are certain times, When I get a feeling, To break open the chains, And set myself free! I’m being compressed, By the jamming walls, Wanna dive into a well, Running infinitely long! Thoughts flashed by, To forget everything and flee! Revive from this grief, And squeal with glee!
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
