Author Archives: Anna Naveed

There are no elaborate or noteworthy details to brag about, in a very simple phrase, “ You will see a reflection of yourself in me” even if it is just a minuscule bit of your existence....

Change

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a drop of sunshine, on a misty day , under the purple haze of orange edged clouds, unfolding a new chapter, blowing life into a dead night, a puppet in the hands of nature? beautifully designed to create a mirage, could you then read the silent transformation, of helpless change? eloquently decorated, perfect? following a certain […]

Crave

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Crave for more, Life? No I weigh my woe.. Do u? No It hurts to live, Years pile up, One over the other.. Moons and suns, Seasons without you, and yet i crave for more, More than life, My eyes give me a faded vision, My heart a faded emotion, I dont keep track of […]

Dark is the night

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dark is the night, darkest is the inner core of thoughts, i’ll let silence prevail, let unsaid be unheard… and unknown be  unsolved sphinx, paler the moon gets, louder you hear the howling, stay silent and let the night sing to you, tenderly and melodiously, let the headless shadows dance to the mysterious beats, in the fog of […]

Hand in hand.

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lets walk till the end of the world, through opal mist and yellow green canaopy, lets walk hand in hand with feet not touching the ground, smile and float in a bubble, you and me , me and you, together , when waves lap at the shores leaving the sand moist, waves clinging on to the […]

Back to life.

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Bring me back to life, be an intimate shadow, be me, the crease of my palms, the scent of my skin, the core of my existence, the strength that puts shards o’ me together, be the whisper o’ my quivering lips on a winter’s eve, be the moon of all the ebony nights, be the […]

Search

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Only when i let the colors slip through my fingers, my soul flies back to me…. in the criss cross of lines, i try to find a line that holds the truth.. i smear dark shades of blues and reds merging them into each other, trying to get hold of my life.. rubbing my thumb […]