Inhumane

Inhumane

A Poem by Mehak Mushtaq








I don't bleed red ,no more
No human left inside me
I don't dream no more
I nightmare the reality.

Once upon a time
Love came to rescue me
From the virtual reality
And now, nothing remains
We unhappened completely.

I don't search for love, no more
No human left inside me
To crave for longing.
Like a southward deadly wind
Prepared to disturb time
Forbidding space to be solace or solitude.

I fly holding the reins of His horse.
I lost my human to my love
I'm stable and contented
And there remains no wild
To be tamed

Now, I take away lives
To cure my illness
For, no human left inside me
To understand love anymore.

© 2013 Mehak Mushtaq



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Hi Envika,

" I don't bleed red ,no more.....I nightmare the reality." Thats a very very powerful lines ans it sets the whole expectation clear from this write. The way you have weaved the wrods around amazes me. You have some real serious talent in you.... Spread it as always!!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mehak Mushtaq

4 Years Ago

Hey. Thank you, Abhi. :)



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Hi Envika,

" I don't bleed red ,no more.....I nightmare the reality." Thats a very very powerful lines ans it sets the whole expectation clear from this write. The way you have weaved the wrods around amazes me. You have some real serious talent in you.... Spread it as always!!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mehak Mushtaq

4 Years Ago

Hey. Thank you, Abhi. :)
Hmmm.... Nice... Good to read!!!...

Posted 4 Years Ago


A haunting read, sorrowful in the thought that hope for connection to another, love, is lost completely. We do feel out of sorts, disconnected from ourselves and others when the loss is so great. Despair can leave us feeling hollow. Well expressed!

Posted 4 Years Ago


This is very grim, very haunting. The end sounds cold and speaks of desolate distances covered between the time of love and the time of now. Very effective.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Like the use of no more ( might be grammatically wrong, any more ?) but it fits exactly to the style here, an excellent poem of vivid images, fine job.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mehak Mushtaq

4 Years Ago

I'm sure it is grammatically wrong but as you say, it fits to the style.. Thank you.
Mehak, your words this day sting hard and present a visual experience that fills this heart with sadness and pain. When love destroys us, it destroys us and in its wake we find scttered souls, like shadows of our past. Very deep my friend.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mehak Mushtaq

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Jack. :)
A disturbing read here Mehak, yet I rather understand this feeling quite well. Once we've been stripped to the core, we can feel rather inhumane, as if all the life was sucked out of us, last stanza is killer my friend, unfortunately other's are left suffering due to our pain, excellent read!

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Frieda P

4 Years Ago

My pleasure Mehak, and I really hope you don't feel this way, only the creativity of a frustrated mu.. read more
Mehak Mushtaq

4 Years Ago

I'm fine, my friend. :)
Frieda P

4 Years Ago

Good to know :-)
Life can be unfair and people can be inhumane whereas love can be a double-edged sword...A splendid poem...:)

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mehak Mushtaq

4 Years Ago

True. :) Thank you.
Sami Khalil

4 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)

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Mehak Mushtaq
Mehak Mushtaq

Srinagar, Jammu and Kashmir, India



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Assalam-u-alaikum. Mehak, from Kashmir, India. I got introduced to Writer's cafe just two years, ago, I'm 18, now. Like colors, life is an illusion, too. Look inside of you, the devil you hide, the.. more..

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