Cursed..

Cursed is the one,

Who feels and feels deeply..

In a world, made of nothing

but stone.

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Elastic hearts

They walk around the streets,

Wearing perfume on their sleeves..

Looking to share everything but trust,

Laughing for hours but crying first..

Holding hands but shadows apart,

With bodies of stone and elastic hearts..

©Hira Chaudhry

© Image courtesy: Fine art America

Borders

They say they created borders, to divide the land..

To make it secure..

Ironic, they ended up dividing the people..

Making love obscure..

Cold

Bring me the warmth,

of the lies of your love..

It’s been too cold,

too true..