Daly quote #98
Stop now!
“I don’t know what i am feeling right now. I think alot of it had to do with the affect your words had on me. This huge gaping hole in my gut is consistent since we last talked. I thought i was going to rely on you for better or worse but you make me see the reality of my doings, my choices and my behaviour. I think everything has to do with what i do when you see the world around you progessing for more. Your wayward approach threatens me to reconsidera life I have chosen for myself. The lifeless statue of wonderland inside me is craving to be unleashed. I think you arent going to witness it happening when you bring out your own psychologies that get an upperhand. This feeling of disagreement is coherent as a whole ; i don’t think i will be able to give away my freight train of actions. My individuality and actions go simultaneously – hand in hand. Believe it or not.” – Izza Ifzaal
Daily quote #97
Daily quote #96
Uncommunicative revenge
Dressed as a seductress
You arrived at my funeral
Looking as bewitching as I saw you the first time
Hair tied up in a knot
Those black shades of yours
Hiding red rimmed grey eyes
I swear I could see your shallow breaths
Aproaching the stand for my eulogy
You couldn’t even utter a word
Just gazing at the crowd with nothingness
Feeling numb and poignant
That pencil black shirt & white blouse
Dragging enough attraction
From your lethal body to your red stilletos
But still couldn’t stop the onlookers for preying at
Your silence like an uncommunicative revenge
Reigning through the wide hall
Still not done with the show you performed
Just a “Thank you” escaped from your lips
Before your relieving sigh cast a blow
At my casket
Grasping for breath, you ran as fast as you could
Leaving my dead corpse thoroughly sated
For my closure at the hands of you
Thou, I deserved to die
To let that shame subside my body
That tormented me.
Daily Quote #95
Daily quote #94
Space between us
Carrying a hand full of paper towels
And a bucket full of tears
She stepped into road of denial
Lightened in ignorance
Strolling casually towards the edge
Sky painted in burnt fire lights
Alone in the night of dark
She wore grief like a mask of defense
Against the odds that
Kept lurking like her nemesis
Snapping fingers at her ghostly white face
A stranger waved a hand in dismay
Getting her out of brazen thoughts
Sitting beside her like an aristocrat
Wearing heart around his sleeve
For a man who lived in shells
He chatted through the night
Filling in the space between them
Even if he heard “ahems” or “pfft”
His voice continued to carry weight
Of conversations , to help her stay muted
To help her stay adrift, not expecting
Anything in return, but just another stranger
To hear him without judgements
Like those voices from the wall
That nerved and labeled him a mad man
She found her breathing room and he , his own
In the vintage space between them.
Daily quote #93
Daily quote #92
a touch of my saint! 