A Poem by Mehak Mushtaq

A humble plea, my lord

as I hopelessly

throw my arms across the cold bed

hopeful to feel warmth

of being caught

when I fall down the edge

'cause I've reached.

I sleep, silently

with the sheet above me

And, suddenly the water disturbs me

I break through the glass

and hold on to your rope

I lay swinging ,crouched

hanging hopelessly,

hopeful to be dispersed.

From this point on,

I take my soul off

and hinge it on the nails

behind the door

of the corner of your room

till I go out 

to look for you

in the same places

where you used to hide

and, find you home.

© 2015 Mehak Mushtaq

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Sweet write my friend....nice.

Posted 3 Years Ago

A wonderful poem and plea. All present is His grace and mercy. Bravo...:)......

Posted 3 Years Ago

I liked the rhythm of the tones as I read it aloud.

Posted 3 Years Ago

Nice write with an unusual layout, well done.

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Added on February 6, 2015
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Mehak Mushtaq
Mehak Mushtaq

Srinagar, Jammu and Kashmir, India

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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