the world was a blur

Sleepy intoxication

preoccupied with a smile, not mine to begin with… only a moving glimpse, how we danced to the music… the world was a blur… only the smile that wasn’t mine to begin with… but in the playful blur of the rest of you, it became mine too… while he wove soulful tales under the crescent moon, you swayed… what frenzied trails you left behind for the wretched loon… last night was quieter than his pen on paper, and I could hear him whisper under my breath… he whispered verses of varying sureties… some were breathier towards the end… but some did soar… liberated woah by faith in the satisfaction they bore… some never made it to the lips… tonight though, the smile did… the smile, that wasn’t mine to begin with… made it to my lips…

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Fiza Arshad

Poet, Learner, Dreamer, Philosopher

Instamatic Gratification

a visual journal and photographic sketchbook


Quirky thoughts on the ultimate question of life , the universe and popcorn .

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