Next Century!, Next Level Of My Poetry, poems 2021

UnWanted Conversation

Learn to write safe words, my love.
You never know,
Who is going through what!
Never utter coward language
It shatters into millions someone’s heart.
When written or spoken
Over and over again
Someone collapse
Until he cannot escape from himself
Then misery is enough to cover horizons
Tears are enough to water the deserts
Death is enough to be at peace.

© Shuhab Abro

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My Dead Thoughts!

I turned to see
If you were still behind
But you were gone.

A glimpse of your face
I was missing so much
My wet eyes, a little whisper.
Why were you gone?
Why did I look back?
And that’s all for nothing.

You were an apparition,
My dead thoughts
I know you,
I feel you moving away
Through the ground below my feet.
And you know me,
When the time comes
You will feel me coming
Up the street from miles away.
I promise that soon I will die.
Izraeel may take my soul
From my body
So it [my soul] will continue
To sing songs about you.

© Shuhab Abro

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Quarantine!

The world’s gone mad,
[All day] I’m in my bed,
Watching Netflix and using the phone.
Come over, and quarantine with me.
That’s all I need!

The media just reporting bullshit,
Headlines: “We’re dead”
Don’t leave home
Stay in your bed.
Life is over!

Social distancing is great
Come over, and quarantine with me
Us in bed is all I need.
The grocery stores are empty
And I’m out of cigarettes, and cheese!

I need forty bottles of whiskey
To keep myself feeling alive
You’re better warned
To stop messing around
During quarantine.

I’m laying with some pillows
Fully naked watching movies
Making some brunch,
I stocked my cigarettes
And now I’m running out.

It’s just a little fuck
This virus got us stuck
Is this really gonna happen?
Are we gonna die?
I’m not even 25!

© Shuhab Abro

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A Normal Miserable Life!

I know it seems uncanny, weird and foolish
Like I am not interested in talking to you,
But believe me, there is nothing else I want
To do more than talking to you like before.

I have to literally force myself to believe
I am fine without you but no I’m not
It seems that this life is better,
Rather the best I could ever have.

May be this is all happening for good reason,
Because I don’t want anything to hurt you.
May be I am doing this just because I want
To keep you away from my miserable world.

So that you don’t have to go through,
Anything so hurtful and damaging,
That would end up deep down in misery,
With no sense, depression and whispers.

I have spent many years down there.
It is not a good place for you at all.

We both know, there will [come] a day,
When you’ll go away,
Leaving memories behind
And will never come back.

Not because you won’t want to,
But because there will be no way back to
The place where I will be.
May be you just won’t see any coming back.

So I don’t want to be so close,
To you until then and just see you leave,
All of a sudden, because I am not so good
At letting go, I’ve never been you know that!

I need a lot of time to convince myself,
One day I will have to see you walk away
Into a new life with someone
Who will actually deserves you.

Someone, who would actually love you
And care for you like I never could.
Or to be honest the way I never can.
You deserve a normal, happy life.
And I’m still a million miles away from Normal.

© Shuhab Abro