Isolation

What's the point in all this screaming, no one's listening anyway

What's the point of all this care, when no one cares for you

But I want someone to know me,

Maybe tell me who I am..

Because all am left with is ISOLATION...

nothing more, nothing less then this...

Photography & Poetry © Ubaid Ullah Ahmed

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The Art of Dying

Qabar banti hai

Aur Maqbaray bhi

Farq kya hai mitne aur mitanay main?

dying is an intricately

pieced together work of art.

it takes an artist to die.

There is the slowing stutter of a heart

A faint echo of a life once lived

A reminder of what we miss the most

Death is indeed an art itself...

© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed & Purple

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Cigarette Ashes

Clock, ticking down the moments
Time a delayed bomb
Cigarette my timer
Time a reoccuring dream

Abandonded Minds
Spoiled Lives
Hard Road
Empty Feelings
Smashed Souls
Ashes fall

Smoking lingering on the red-hot ash
Mingling with my mind
The sweet scent of tobacco
Burning
Ticking
My secret timer

Watching the ashes fall
Or maybe it was my world.

© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed

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When I'll be gone

In Far or distant Future,

Or in the days too much near,

When i will not be here,

Please do not let my grave spare ...

Just come to my grace there,

And sprinkle your tears,

Do not go back just because of fear,

To my unaudioable voice you must hear...

I must be waiting for you,

For my relations that were true,

I will be hearing you too,

But will never say harsh words to you ...

Just talk to me for making me happy,

Remember me as a gone friend,

A friend who was crazy,

A friend who was fun ...

Remember my habbits a little bit crimsy,

Use to disturb you when you were busy,

Use to lighten up your mood when you were dismay,

Just do remember me once for the sake of remembering ...

© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed

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Angel In Hell

The fires catch you in the faults
Roar right through the cracks
Flames burn through both skin and bones
No one may drag your back

The gates of wrought black iron
Lit by bonfires within
Feel the burning all around you
Reap the rewards of your sins

Do you feel one drop of remorse?
No—then, perhaps a hint of fear?

Well…
Welcome to Hell!
Enjoy your stay,
You’ll fit right in down here.

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When i'll be gone

In Far or distant Future,
Or in the days too much near,
When i will not be here,
Please do not let my grave spare ...

Just come to my grace there,
And sprinkle your tears,
Do not go back just because of fear,
To my unaudioable voice you must hear...

I must be waiting for you,
For my relations that were true,
I will be hearing you too,
But will never say harsh words to you ...

Just talk to me for making me happy,
Remember me as a gone friend,
A friend who was crazy,
A friend who was fun ...

Remember my habbits a little bit crimsy,
Use to disturb you when you were busy,
Use to lighten up your mood when you were dismay,
Just do remember me once for the sake of remembering ...

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