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Poetry is all about unplanned thoughts converging at unplanned occasions. - Junaid Ahmad Khan

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  • _junaid 7w

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    Flowers wither, wither and fall
    Fall from zenith, in gloomy appal
    Scattered around, in lifeless dismal
    Phases prolonged, aren't eternal at all
    Hope rekindles, euphoria rises after the fall

    ©_junaid

  • _junaid 8w

    #perspective #wod
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    Perspective has a way more vast perspective than two stanzas. That's why I couldn't restrict my perspective from overflowing the two stanza dam.

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    Play of Perspective

    Perspective can make a moment alive.
    Perspective can shatter you into demise.

    Perspective can make your vision far protrude.
    Perspective can dazzle you into obtuse.

    Perspective can augment your cerebral aptitude.
    Perspective can blow up your rational fuse.

    Perspective is similar to a camera lens.
    You need to change it when it starts to pretense.

    Perspective, sometimes you need to change it.
    To solve the jigsaw you need to arrange it.

    ©_junaid

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    Perspective is similar to a camera lens.
    You need to change it when it starts to pretense.

    ©_junaid

  • _junaid 9w

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    ROLLER COASTER OF LIFE

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    Roller coaster of life flowing through the tracks of uncertainty.

    Fathomless hankers bestirring a tempest in the tribulations of ambiguity.

    Steep chiseled climbs stimulating trepidation of an evident calamity.

    Conscience imploring me to hold the horses of my sanity.

    Shallow dreaded falls leading me to sombre nullibiety.

    Engulfing monophobia inducing an awful plunge of morbidity.

    Tucked into the saddle of life contemplating about tranquility.

    Hauling the bridle of my aggrandized cloud nine vanity.

    Roller coaster of life flowing through the curves of uncertainty.

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    Roller coaster of life flowing through the tracks of uncertainty.

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  • _junaid 9w

    I can travel on the paper
    Cruising the bends of inky roads
    Drifting through the pictures I paint
    Riding through the yellow woods
    Walking past the autumn trees
    Pacing through the harsh winter breeze
    Pausing and resting under the spring trees
    Accompanying my shadow in the summer heat
    Absorbing the pouring monsoon I appeased
    Strolling through the sunflower fields
    Running down valley like a breeze
    Watching the morning sun at horizon release
    I can travel on the paper

    I can travel on the paper
    Sailing through the creeks of imagination
    Falling along the fountain with gravitation
    Diving down in the waters of introspection
    Walking the frozen lakes of conjunction
    Befriending the glaciers in their ephemeral lives
    Flowing down the stream of salvation
    Kayaking through the forceful strides
    Sailing along with the dazzling sunlight
    Peregrinating across the oceans wide
    Stepping ashore the esplanade with a smile
    I can travel on the paper

    I can travel on the paper
    Hovering the sky in the paper plane
    Gliding across the sprawling green terrains
    Flying across the snowy mountain tops
    Rising above the sun higher than the clouds
    Perambulating the croplands waving to the crops
    Observing the valley from zenith's hight
    Breathing in the fresh air I carried on my flight
    Landing back from where I had started
    Biding adieu to the sky I departed
    I can travel on the paper

    I can travel on the paper
    And at the end of the paper
    I disappear from the edge that taper
    I dive into the bottle of ink and transition
    To draft another delineation with new ambitions
    And reappear on some other continent of paper

    ©_junaid

  • _junaid 9w

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    Autobiography of a season.

    Winter... ❄⛄

    Autumn was in the last stages of its life cycle when transition kicked in. Creeping step by step in sync with the ticking hands of the clock. The leafless deciduous trees could feel the cold hints of a change. The blue planet, spinning in its usual position took a desperate turn. A tilt, which is the essence of transition, is of significance here. The orbit being the same, has a new story to tell. On the doorstep of the blue planet, a new season knocks.
    I'm winter, and I'm here to write my penellion on the aureate vermillion leaves, with snow flakes.

    The leafless trees stood tall but with a sense of lament, as if paying homage to the departed leaves grounded along the path through which I flew. Passing through the woods I flew, to relieve them with my snowy anesthetic metaphor. Writing my autobiography on the frozen lakes for the readers on the surface above and the surface below. Preserving the dormant seeds under the snow, for the next phase to rise with a radiant glow.

    I am the white ornament to the mountains, which shines with the first ray of the golden sun, reflecting through the prismatic bejeweled crystals of snow, an euphoria to the eyes that gleam with the fantasy of a blissful but transient phase. Impermanence of this ephemeral world is a harsh truth. Reminiscent of the season bygone, we all are impermanence personified.

    That cup of hot coffee on the table by the window in the chilling golden mornings, accompanied by freshly baked fruit cake, that hot chocolate topped up with vanilla vibes, with those choco cookies in the morning, oozing aroma of solace, I make them special. The fruits and nuts, the winter fruits that you savour in your breakfast and brunch, cracking open the walnut and chewing with a crunch, and all those chocolates that you munch every day after lunch, yes, I make them special.

    Those winter vacations that you long waited for, those long road trips chasing the sun, for a little warmth, for a little fun. Those delightful picnics with the family, those carefree cycle rides, those soothing casual strolls, absorbing the rays from the sun. That selfie with the snow man, those snow balls tingling cold. Those winter poems, that essay on the snow, those frosted goggles, that squirrel by the window. Those overstretched nights, where dreams took flight. Those deep dark nights decorated by starry lights. Staying awake late night and counting the stars, winter's come halfway and you've reached this far.

    The pile of snow at your doorstep, that you clean every day, clearing snowflakes every morning from your drive way, they are there for a reason, to make you realise that life is not the same every day, that life is a group of phases and they are not here to stay.
    That woollen cardigan knitted by grandma, that wind cheater to deceive the cold, those gloves that give you warmth, that muffler with a fold, all these should make you grateful because many are deprived of these.

    I am winter and I stand for a change, I'm not a mere season with a familiar name. For the preoccupied lot, I'm just a phase in the annual slot. For those who pay heed, I have a moral to read. The chilling tranquil winter has something to say, listen to the silence so benefit you may. Change is inevitable part of life, but those changes shouldn't change you, you should remain you, the real you. You don't need to change, you have to adapt. That's life for me, that's life for you, adapt to the changes and set your mind free. With every transition there's a lesson to be learnt, life unfolds in phases and everything happens for a reason, even if its me, the winter season.

    I shall too pass, melting away into the soil, setting you free from the chilling turmoil. I shall too pass, exhibiting impermanence, paving way for the rejuvenating season. Leaving you with memories of a shortlived transition of rejoice. I would sit and watch from a corner, the cinematic you'd play in your mind, of the snow man shivering in the backyard, of those delicious morning breakfasts, the cart full of white snow, from the doorstep that you used to tow, and of the countless delights that you enjoy with a chill, somewhere deep down in the heart, I'll feel proud that I made it special.

    There'll come after me a season that will replenish the incumbent phase, the ice will melt away and make way for the brighter shiny days. I'm winter, bidding adeau with the promise that one day I'll return, return until the earth keeps spinning and the sun rises anew. With the hope that you'd not change with the changing seasons, I'll meet you again hoping that you'd be you.

    ©_junaid

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    Autobiography of a season.
    Winter ❄⛄


    Autumn was in the last stages of its life cycle when transition kicked in. Creeping step by step in sync with the ticking hands of the clock. The leafless deciduous trees could feel the cold hints of a change. The blue planet, spinning in its usual position took a desperate turn. A tilt, which is the essence of transition, is of significance here. The orbit being the same, has a new story to tell. On the doorstep of the blue planet, a new season knocks. I'm winter, and I'm here to write my penellion on the aureate vermillion leaves, with snow flakes.

    ©_junaid

  • _junaid 10w

    #tell #wod
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    A questionnaire to self, by a man who wasted all his life running after this materialistic world.

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    Tell me...
    How's life now?
    Now when you've lost your family.
    Running after money,
    Money that you've piled up.
    But of no use.
    You're left alone,
    Alone with the lifeless paper notes,
    That won't consloe you,
    In this lonely old age.
    What you gained, what you lost?
    Tell me now.

    Tell me...
    How's life now?
    Now when you've lost your friends.
    Running after boss's meetings,
    Presentations rotting in your hard drive.
    But of no use.
    You're left alone,
    Alone with the lifeless .xml files,
    That won't wipe your tears,
    In this lonely old age.
    What you gained, what you lost?
    Tell me now.

    Tell me...
    How's life now?
    Now when you've lost your health.
    Running after business trips,
    Business cards withering inside your wallet.
    But of no use.
    You're left alone.
    Alone with mere phone numbers,
    Who won't attend your call now,
    In this lonely old age.
    What you gained, what you lost?
    Tell me now.

    Tell me...
    How's life now?
    Now when you've lost your youth.
    Running after never-ending targets,
    Best employee awards biting dust in the shelf.
    But of no use.
    You're left alone.
    Alone with shortlived elation bygone,
    Which faded away into oblivion,
    In this lonely old age.
    What you gained, what you lost?
    Tell me now.

    Tell me...
    How's life now?
    Now when you've lost your childhood.
    Running after that football to running after clients,
    Childhood memories stocked in an album.
    But of no use.
    You're left alone.
    Alone with images of a phase long gone,
    Which won't take you back in time,
    In this lonely old age.
    What you gained, what you lost?
    Tell me now.

    Tell me...
    How's life now?
    Now when you've lost most of your time.
    Running after the materialistic worldly desires,
    Regret as the residue of those yearnings.
    But of no use.
    You're left alone.
    Alone with a chest full of ceaseless remorse,
    Which can never be reversed,
    In this lonely old age.
    What you gained, what you lost?
    Tell me now.

    ©_junaid

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    Tell me...
    How's life now?
    Now when you've lost your family.
    Running after money,
    Money that you've piled up.
    But of no use.
    You're left alone,
    Alone with the lifeless paper notes,
    That won't consloe you,
    In this lonely old age.
    What you gained, what you lost?
    Tell me now.

    ©_junaid

  • _junaid 10w

    THE SANDS OF TIME ⏳

    The sands of time, slipping through the hands,
    Just like a wizard twirling his magic wand.

    Wading across the evocations expanse,
    Conceding the veracity here I stand.

    Purloining from me what once I lived,
    Like a handful pebbles gripping away from the fist.

    Leaving behind the hurdles involved,
    Enduring the pain, with time I evolved.

    It was never easy for me to let go,
    But holding on is the key you should know.

    Peregrinating the tunnel of the years bygone,
    Following the sunshine I gradually moved on.

    The ever passing time staring into my eyes,
    Making me wonder how I survived.

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  • _junaid 10w

    TIME FLIES ⏰

    Ever witnessed your life passing by?
    Like a train in a subway, or a jet in the sky.

    They say time flies, flies like a calm storm silently raging by.

    Well, belive me my friend, we can.
    Every moment our life passes, while we walk, sit or stand.

    A stopwatch, yes a stopwatch.
    I know you didn't saw it coming, or did you?
    But now I say you can.

    A household item so mundane,
    help observe the passing life, can you explain?


    For every milliseccond that passes by.
    Takes away a part of you and you stand feeble, under the sky.

    A feeling so odd, can't be expressed, written or played on a reel.
    A feeling so odd, you yourself need to feel.

    Seeing yourself pacing closer to death.
    The heart skipped a beat and you ran short of breath?

    Living a lifetime in a heartbeat they say.
    The saying has its rationale well in place.

    For its gravity now realised,
    an intense urge blazing deep inside.
    To live the moment before it ceases to oblivion, into demise.

    Life parts ways in parts,
    Miniscule as a jiffy, in the beating of the heart.

    And one day the the final one bids adieu.
    And you extinguish like millions did before and millions will after you.

    Faded like they were never there. Turned into dust, blowing in the air.

    Leaving behind, an emptiness, a space full of sentiments.
    Leaving behind a void, your space forever devoid.


    But the clock is still there, ticking past, the  unstirred majority vast.
    The gravity of time we all undermine.
    The rapid pacing life, as the reason defined.

    Ever witnessed your life pass by?
    Like a train in a subway, or a jet in the sky.

    Time flies, yes my friend, they say it right.

    ©_junaid

  • _junaid 11w

    Miraquill set sail my quill,
    in poetic oceans so tranquil.

    ©_junaid

  • _junaid 11w

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    To twinkle is for the stars
    Endeavour to twinkle your doleful scars
    Out of your languid earthen jar
    Forgive the rusted dagger and its master
    To shine brighter than the flickering stars

    To twinkle is for the distant
    Attempt to observe close
    Don't imitate masqueraded faces
    Twinkle not from a distance but
    Scintillate within the crowd enclose

    To twinkle is for the night
    Strive to shine throughout bright
    Never let the stars overshadow
    For the angonizing scars so sore
    Shine brightest from within the core

    To twinkle is for the dreamer
    Drifting the galaxy on a steamer
    Walk down the rational thorny path
    Surpass the dream and spike the charts
    Gallop your horses past the stars

    To twinkle is for the getaway
    While the sun shines do make hay
    Outlive the fantasies of the milky way
    Untwinkle the excuses of slothful solace
    Rekindle the lumen of sedulity with grace

    ©_junaid

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    To twinkle is for the stars
    Endeavour to twinkle your doleful scars
    Out of your languid earthen jar
    Forgive the rusted dagger and its master
    To shine brighter than the flickering stars

    ©_junaid