Make over by Nikhat Zubair

 Branding work that was done for a client.

A poem

 A wild patience has brought me here and I don't want to go back.

I've landed on my face after falling through the crack.

I would listen but don't tell me about the qualities I lack.

I need to mend my aching soul, I need to heal. I need to grow.

A longtime has passed since I have felt like home

Experience has taught me that it is best to be on your own.

I don't like this place either but I don't have a choice.

If someone asks about me tell them that I wasn't very nice.

My actions surprise me, I am sure they shock you too.

My thoughts are haunted by the deeds I didn't do.

The presence of my mind is beyond the reach of my will.

I have watched and heard stories that make the devil have his fill.

Nobody would believe or understand what I say.

In nothingness I keep my faith and write another essay.

The last word of each sentence must rhyme with the last word of the next.

That's how I create an elegant poem out of some random text.

That's how I give meaning to this phenomena called life

That's how I find resolution through this strife.

The disintegration of dreams

What can I say about the world that comes to life when I fall asleep.

What can I say about the life that begins when I wake up from my dream.

Do you wish to know what I know?

Do I want to know what you want?

Is there anything I can do?

To make your wishes come true.

Is this just an act?

Or is it a fact?

If yes, then I'd love to be the best.

At what I think is a test.

A test of time.

A test of character.

Is life an act?

Am I an actor?

Is the world a stage?

and society a theatre?

So many questions

with answers and opinions.

What to do?

Where to go?

The which and the when

and the why and the how.

Is the past and the future

connecting through the now?

What about the things that never existed,

events that never took place

and people I never met?

Sweet were the memories, deleted.

Feelings gone leaving no trace.

Did I fall for the trap that was set?

Who is going to speak to let me know?

All that I don't but want to some how?

A saviour? A messiah? 

A hero for hire?

A villian wearing a crown of barbed wire?

A king resting on a funeral pyre?

A queen who assumes everyone's a liar?

You did the unforgivable deed,

for that guilty I plead

but we are going to let it slide.

Welcoming everyday with arms that were opened wide.

The smile doesn't come on so easy anymore.

The laughs they sound like a beast's last roar.

Not sure if you are keeping a score

but my life is surreal like works of the great Salvador.

If love grew on trees

Everything would be magic.

Nothing would ever be tragic.

All hearts would be pleased.

All pain relieved.

We would feed it to our enemies.

The world would truly know peace.

It makes the world go round.

Those that are lost would be found.

When you are running low.

Just eat some more.

You will start feeling fine.

Ingesting the love of the divine.

Everyone who was ever rejected.

Would feel a little more accepted.

If love grew on trees.

I would lock my heart and throw away the keys.