breezy fire
soft spikes
unsightly flowers
alluring debris
fragrant durians
bendy vision
honey as it drips,
from the tip of the spoon
the winds as they laugh,
bumping into one another
leaves dropping their green,
for a rosy maroon
the sun suddenly shy,
peaking from the clouds
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happy september everyone!! this is my description of the perfect fall day, it’s my favorite season. I will miss stormy summer weather 🙂
Zuha Anjum 2020
two beautiful black birds in the early morning,
as the morning wind blew
chattering about their day’s plans,
unaware of what it shall bring,
or what it shall not.
for their home
their sacred and beloved tree,
would be carelessly depicted,
in a builder’s blueprint.
and they would have to start anew.
unaware of the journey ahead,
they peacefully commenced their blissful routine
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Zuha Anjum 2020
a raging fury
of the honeyed kind
with hues of scarlet
not easily imaginable to the human eye
rose petals painting the cheek an ethereal blend
of crimson specks
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describing the good kind of blush, a blush that touches the inner spirit. i was messing around with paint on my computer and the image above is what it led to and inspired these words 🙂
© Zuha Anjum, 2020
a thin string to the past
a broken glance
letters swimming at the tips of my tongue
yet the only words forming
incoherent
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how is it
when you and I talk
the buzz of life fades away
and our eyes lock
more unbreakable than
the strongest forces
in the universe
–
the familiarity of the heart
cannot be compared
to the familiarity of appearance
for the former
comes from the unknown
the great knowingly unknown
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Zuha Anjum 2020 ©
Sometimes we turn into such “yes” machines. People pleasers. We get so caught up with trying to be nice, helpful, and useful that we become unkind, aloof, and helpless to ourselves. This is just a reminder to make SURE to say no sometimes and maintain a good routine. There is such a thing as being too reliable and too loyal. Too much can make your heart unhappy. It may result in some sadness knowing you made someone unhappy for a brief time, but your sadness also matters if you had said yes. This doesn’t mean that you should be rude when saying no or that you should say no to everything, slowly you will learn to say no to what you may think is the right thing, but it isn’t. :))
– Just some afternoon reflection
Picture is of cake pops my sister made a while back, who doesn’t like cake pops?
the echoes begin from a forgotten cave
every time I take my microscope
to examine the folds of the heart
I sigh after finding everything flourishing
but who knew
that your heart can put up a facade
and hide creases
detailed valleys filled with memories
ones that the microscope has not yet observed
the cave never grows bigger
the curves get thicker
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Zuha Anjum 2020 ©