Husna Amin Poems

In the darkest hours of insanity,
When the living-with-a-heart, loses control
Every action turns into a ruthless killing of the self
And, in the darkest hours, the soul, do they shout in pain?
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The trajectory of love
and the hopeless attempt to understand it-
They call it 'the ultimate feeling'
I call it a 'flying dove'
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Here and now I am
Don't search me in your tomorrow
The tomorrow that may never come
Give me your affection, your love
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In an unending space of undefinable beauty,
There she holds a clean mirror...
From her pen goes the unadulterated truth,
She is an honest observer.
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In your soft hands I keep mine,
Holding the tiny fingers I feel divine.
Have I ever told you my babies, you are my precious gifts from God?
Feel my heart through my touch, dear little angels
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When there’s this season, this season of innocence
Let us play this game of truth
High above that universe converse…
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She sat under the yellow tree, singing hymns to life
When rain drops fell on her aspiring soul
She understood she had to continue singing the song
As night fell on the dust around her
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I drink the magic potion, now and then
And forget about who I am, now and then
To seek a place safe and secure
To forget about my restraints, now and then
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Fanatics we all are
Me and You
Devotees of life!
This day is a war
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Give me your hand when I fall
Do you know it hurts sometimes, brings tears too
It puts you in the dark corner of gloom
Fills you with sad thoughts and snatches away your smile
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