Poems

Winter love

| Masuma

❄️Winter love❄️

As the beats goes along

As the beats goes along

The melody in me longs for the song

As the days grows out from gold

As the days grows out from gold

The cold in me longs for the silvery hold

As the winters finds the roses to sigh

As the winters finds the roses to sigh

The fragrance in me longs for every missed try

As the letters builds into mountain of words

As the letters builds into mountain of words

The old story in me longs for the highs of the closest bonds

And then the now hooks

And then the now hooks

The elegance in me longs for good gum boots!

– love always, masuma

𝐁𝐞 𝐒𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐒𝐧𝐠

| Masuma

𝐁𝐞 𝐒𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐒𝐧𝐠

Dont duvet under the shadow of others,
Rely on the vastness of your own penumbra
If you can Spark your own mind,
then you are vitamins fortified
Swiftly step into your glide path….
you still have a lot of life left in you
there awaits more, much more for you!🎈

P.S: Thats a depiction of myself.

𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐭 π’πžπ­π­π₯𝐞

| Masuma

Don’t settle,
As no one really actually does,
That’s how life is, moving, never dead!

your legs bum and tum may riot in pain
Your mind exudes spells and negotiates it’s state
They get organised like a love led girlfriend freak
Who follows the eye caught, plateau to peak
new territories recycle the old hoisted flags
Back to nadir, dauntless race up to the topmost brag
Everyday you register a future to behold
And then you smoke those engaged breaths, debated and dream grown

So if you are at unrest
You are probably at something
That’s how life is, moving, never dead!

-masuma

Stay encouraged. Every step is gorgeously different. Don’t settle, you can’t ever.😊

keep moving!

In silence

| Masuma

In silence….

The expressive appeal
Is rewarded protection
the aurora is always of
An Eyelash affection

Trader can easily be
Though love interferes
An Overrides outrightly

Says barbed wire control
discriminates that belongs
Indefinitely,

so the eyelash
Absorbs in delightfully!

…..salvage.

–❀️asuma

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trade and love – both crucial to grow – it’s just to keep The balance.

some love more, some trade more and that β€œmore” is subjective πŸ™‚

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Feather Love

| Masuma

π•±π–Šπ–†π–™π–π–Šπ–— π–‘π–”π–›π–Š

β€œVoices spoke softly
For a loud exchange
Silence touched gently
For soothing a flame

The crow
The pigeon
The sparrow
The parrot
The peacock
The hen
Play

Feet flew
Footprints drew

Daze of sun
Floral warehouse
Relapse of wounds
With cooing heal
Dandelion tall
Voided rest
Flirt heaps
Silvery sweat

All around,
unchained

dance without Brain!”

-masuma

Autumn rose

| Masuma

π—”π˜‚π˜π˜‚π—Ίπ—» π—Ώπ—Όπ˜€π—²

The breeze of let-go falls
Warm in high spirited shades of
Red yellow orange purple and brown

I gather you all

Now Curled in autumn rose
Standing pretty tall

I offer myself
The glow
Of timeless love

As

I am so cute after all!😘

-α΄α΄€κœ±α΄œα΄α΄€

love yourself, in a deeper way, learn your uniqueness.

IT NEVER WAS YOU

| Masuma

It never was yOU

Backache bleak
heartache couldnt reveal
what eyebrows couldnt believe
your clear voice thrashed
a placard that read “it never was you”

the blood pumps out the helpless lie
the feet gets chained, swings out
what was within,
it flew into sheets of ice
cold cracking break
melted into nothingness
go where, no address

Backache bleak
heartache couldnt reveal
what eyebrows couldnt believe
your clear voice thrashed
a placard that read “it never was you”

a free rise from the chase
to re-exist through moons of lullaby
a long way to climb
so the heavens will have you before
those steps have been fast and
far ahead
maybe a jet can be a better try

Backache bleak
heartache couldnt reveal
what eyebrows couldnt believe
your clear voice thrashed
a placard that read “it never was you”

– Masuma

P.S: extremely painful feeling.

Wishing clouds

| Masuma

Wishing Clouds

Clouds how you flirt
You made us want all the dirt
We made a bulb of soft glow
That smeared the cries of sorrow
The rain that strongly came
It dropped me into a saint
the static saw you in wander
Keeping away the close thunder
It digged and revealed all my doubts
And it appeared I did not suit your mouth
So I took the plane to my fathers
And felt they need me as their silvers
I chalked you would not claim
Me or my silly name
You still had to feel the cold
And paint it with things that sold
I had to leave, so you could bloom
Without a word, without a broom
It does still rest within my soul
The urges that were left untold
– ❀️asuma