It's not a half way heart
Like intoxicating wine
It seeks to consume
Or be consumed
Not just a sip
It seeks to drown
It rushes
It rages
Like waves crashing down
In a stormy ocean
This heart of mine...
It's not a timid heart
Like a sledgehammer
It pounds
Deep and strong
Inside my chest
Heating the blood
That runs in my veins
This heart of mine...
It's not a stoic heart
It explodes
And breaks
Awake
Alive
Pulsates with unchecked passion
This heart of mine...
Is a wandering heart
Always a traveler
Nomad in the wilderness
An explorer
But never a resident
It's not a fickle heart...
This heart of mine
But it is a wanderer
This heart
A forever wanderer
3 comments:
Beautiful
Shah Naz
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“Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous
acquaintances with a history.”
Great post Shahnaz bibi.
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