Huzaifa Malik

Joined June 2021

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Courage isn't the lack of fear
Dear beautiful loving people My name is Huzaifa and I was asked to share my story. I’ve dreamt about sharing my story to a large audience many times before but now that I’ve been asked, I don’t know how to begin. So let’s just begin.
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Psyche
Westerly Gale
Breathing in the sweet petrichor Walking on the rain-kissed soil Asked I the half-wilted flowers Oh why are you thus floored?
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Dark circles
most women will never let you know how they are treated and why but sometimes if you look closely her shoulders are slumped
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Dark circles
most women will never let you see the dark circles from waking up too early and making breakfast packing lunch for a family of three
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Tears of Defeat
The argument started foolishly, words misread and innuendo deflected. His spoke vehemently reproachful, while replies further left bitter regression.
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
On the Street
Don’t you know that death comes with its shallow breaths, with its dark moonless steps, and silver bells that sound like wind
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Knocking at my close window
Nothing old about death, a physical organism, refer to the end of life looking into my eyes, the darkness that cover the light, that lie still with death. An invitation that request an answer, and knocking at my close window
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Scent and Flower
ied breath, steering the silver song in flight ied breath, steering the silver song in flight Och! Sweet saffron voice that golden's my day
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Still Life
beneath blue-black night sky smear-sprinkle of stars fermata'd moon cradled in an Egypto-set of horns beneath there fully lit
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Summer Dreams
Childhood’s simplest dreams, roll by upon a mind-screen. The simpler days of Brian’s childhood were spent fishing in the creek near the wood.
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Poured out
The globe now held aloft a prize to be plucked, was once a breast to knead and suck, becoming in time a homely pillow,
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Another night has gone!
Am i mentally ill and depressed ? Or i am just attention seeker at its finest ? Am i being fake sick and restless ?
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets