Dead inside, uncomfortable outside, but still hopeful – Poem #13 – (2021)

Uneasiness, anxiety, fatigueCrawling up the walls Rest of the nights depleting endlesslyCigarettes are turning into my appetite Eyes totally open, gazing at void wallsListening same vocalless melodyAgain and again Expecting a cheerful closure,Sometime soon Structure underneath my clothes;Like skeleton meandering around Heart inside my chest,Idk beating or not Void inside,yet confident for more promising timesLong

Misspelled story – poem #12 – (2021)

Amazing days are but illusions, and Back-breaking nights vain conclusions Circumstances become a cul de sac The pride will betray and throw back The scars are but a misspelled story Converted into reconstruction glory.

UnWanted Conversations – Poem #11 – (2021)

Learn to write safe words, my love.You never know,Who is going through what!Never utter coward languageIt shatters into millions someone’s heart.When written or spokenOver and over againSomeone collapseUntil he cannot escape from himselfThen misery is enough to cover horizonsTears are enough to water the desertsDeath is enough to be at peace. © Shuhab Abro

Fluffy Hand (a sweet dream)

That fluffy hand in mine (I’m holding it so tightly; like it belongs to me), running inside her house, when it started raining outside in the park; where we were talking about our lives and [Us]. When we reached inside her house, I found extremely strange things; may be, you can say it’s annoying stuff.

All The Bright Places – (Book Review)

I read this book because my girlfriend compelled me to, and it was in my bookshelf since last 3 years and I had no intention to read it any soon. I’m not a fan of contemporary romance books, but I enjoyed this one, despite knowing the ending (Thanks to Nayab Iqtedar). I felt All the