Wordwarrior Tales

A warm embrace, a tender touch, My heart beats fast, I feel so much, In your arms, I am complete, A love so pure, it's hard to beat. As I fall deeper, my heart takes flight, With every moment, it feels so right, The world fades away, it's just us two, In this blissful state, I know I love you Murshida Parveen

Words once spoken, Can never be taken back, Like daggers they pierce the heart, And leave a permanent crack. Love, once so tender, Now tainted with hurt and sorrow, As words of anger and frustration, Leave us with no tomorrow. The pain of spoken words, Cuts deeper than any knife, Leaving scars that never heal, And a heart that's lost its life. Oh, how I wish I could turn back time, And choose my words with care, For now my love is broken, And my heart is left in despair. So take heed of these words, And choose them wisely and true, For the pain of spoken words from love, Is a pain that can never be undone anew. Murshida Parveen 

I sit and stare at a blank screen, A task to do, yet I'm unseen. My mind wanders, my focus fades, The time ticks by in endless shades. I know I should be productive, But the thought alone is too seductive. I'll do it later, I'll do it tomorrow, I'll get it done, I won't borrow. But tomorrow turns into today, And still, I find myself in disarray. The deadline looms, the pressure mounts, And yet, I still can't seem to count. Count the minutes, count the hours, As I procrastinate and lose my powers. My motivation is fleeting, my drive is weak, As I continue to put off what I seek. I know it's a flaw, I know it's a curse, But it seems like my procrastination only gets worse. I'll try to break free, I'll try to improve, But for now, I sit and write this sad groove. Murshida Parveen

Creativity is a force so wild, It can make the timid feel beguiled, It sparks a fire in the mind, And leaves a legacy that's one of a kind. With every brushstroke, every word, The artist's vision is transferred, From the canvas to the page, Their imagination knows no cage. It's a flame that never fades, A light that never shades, It's a dreamer's paradise, Where the impossible becomes nice. With every note, every chord, The musician's passion is poured, Into a melody that sings, And into our hearts it rings. It's a river that never runs dry, A spark that never seems to die, It's a source of endless wonder, That leaves us in awe and thunder. With every step, every move, The dancer's grace is behooved, Into a rhythm that flows, And into our hearts it glows. It's a magic that never ceases, A power that never decreases, It's a gift that keeps on giving, And leaves us forever living. Creativity, oh how you amaze, A force that never decays, You bri...

I try to suppress these wild thoughts, These cravings that I feel so intense But they consume me whole, And I can't escape their fence.  I see you came by, And my heart begins to race, My mind wanders off, To a forbidden, lustful space. I wish I could shake this thought, And let it fade away, But it lingers in my soul, Haunting me every way. I know it's wrong to think this way To want what I can't have, But the desire is too strong, And I feel like I'm going mad. So I'll keep these thoughts in me And let them die slowly  But they'll always be there, A constant, painful lie. For I know I cannot act for them, And I cannot be with you, So I'll keep on living, With these sad thoughts of lust, so real. Murshida Parveen 

The black night, so hauntingly still A canvas of darkness, so deep and chill No stars to light the way, no moon in sight A never-ending abyss, a never-ending fight Silence echoes through the night A symphony of darkness, a never-ending plight My heart feels heavy, my soul feels worn The black night lingers, until the break of dawn.

My skin is black, my soul is gold With confidence and pride, I stand bold I am cool, I am strong My melanin is where my beauty belongs.

In a world so dark, my life is black A never-ending cycle of sorrow and lack My heart is heavy, my soul feels frail The sun sets early, my days seem pale I see no light, no end in sight A life of misery, each day and night My heart aches with every passing breath A blackish life, filled with nothing but death. Murshida Parveen 

Expectations unfulfilled, trust lost, The bridge between us now has a cost, Once strong and sturdy, now fragile and thin, Our broken expectations, a wound that won't mend.