MAHEEN'S POEMS

• Breathe.


• Breathe, let it go
• Let a new dawn


• Bring the fresh hopes
• And even if it does not


• You are still breathing
• For a new tomorrow

• Why do you?


• Lonely streets won't narrate your story,
• Dark alleys won't reply those screams.


• Their shadows won't express how you feel,
• Nor will your heart speak for itself.


• So why do you try to smile,
• Within the hurt they throw at you?


• Why do you feel obligated to supress,
• The anxiety that goes too far?


• Why do you wait to tell them,
• By the time its too late..

• Home


• This is about a journey back,
• A simple bus ride, 30 minds,


• To go from a world of stress to a complete bliss,
• Happy faces from cold stares to warm embraces.


• I was going home, to see the people who fueled my heart beats,
• People that have kept me alive,


• The ones I have fought the world for.
• It wasn't anything new,


• The same old routine,
• The familiar faces, torn seats.


• A life of struggling memes plastered over metal sheets of wheels,
• Signs all around, smiles for the journey ahead.


• Some going to their parents, some to their children.
• But most a home to breathe easy.
• Like the moment before, something felt different,


• Something missing or a little numb,
• Same streets and names, just a little blur.