A few days back I wrote a poem titled We Write. One of my friends and fellow blogger, Bano who is an amazing writer wrote me a poetic reply. That turned out to be a beautiful unintended collaboration.
(The text in italics below is her replies to the lines.)
We write about the whispers of the soul
But do you ever ink down the echoes that resonate in your spirit?
When it calls out in the dead of the night
But do you ever respond to them or just lay quiet?
We write about our darkest secrets in the brightest colors
But do you write about white chalk screeching against a black board?
We write about our haunting obsessions
But do you talk about the stillness that lingers in your desires?
We write about our unsung sonnets and unheard melodies
But do you write about the first time you saw her and your heart skipped a beat?
We write about our unfinished stories and broken sentences
But do you write about the doors you’ve closed and the spaces never to be filled, again?
We write about the echoing silence
But do you write about the violent screams your heart makes against your ribcage?
All the words that weren’t said
But do you think it is sufficient for what has been said?
We write about the crayons we lost and the colors that faded
But do you write about the favorite broken crayon you’ve still kept?
We write about the toys that we got
That we did not need anymore
But do you write about the ones that you never got but crave still, now?
We write about the dancing demons
Do you write about wicked angels and the games fate plays?
We write about muffled sobs and suppressed screams
But do you write about loud laughter laced with melancholy?
We write about streaming tears and the lump in the throat
But do you write about hollow eyes and charred throats?
We write about the raging storms and burning desires
But do you write about catastrophic hurricanes followed by blissful rains?
We write about the excruciating agonies and personal hells
But do you write about ecstatic pleasure and limited heaven?
We write about the butterflies painting out souls
But do you write about dead caterpillars who never bloomed?
We write about the meaning concealed in the dots
At the end of sentences
But do you write about the silence shared in between of the words said?
We write about voids and spaces
The grey emptiness that craves to be filled
But do you write about clusters and colorfully filled cracks on pavements?
We write about the black holes and whirlpools
Some people can be
But do you write about cosmic energy and constellations, that some people possess?
We write about our deepest pains in the sweetest words
But do you write about memorable pleasures in bitter sentences?
We write about the dreams we sell
And then ourselves abandon
But do you write about the dreams you never showed the world
And hope someday they will rescue your soul
We write about guilt and regrets
About fears and hopes
About love and hate
But do you write about bravery and valor?
Do you write about lust and desperation?
About betrayal and sacrifice
We write about everything that hurts
But do you write about faithfulness and willingness to die
Do you ink down everything that soothes you?
And everything that makes our souls sing
Do you write about anything that made your heart smile, just for a mere second of this tragically beautiful lifetime?
Ok now this is something beyond beauty
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Thank you Fizza 🙂
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THIS SPEAKS TO ME IN WAYS I CANT EXPLAIN.
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Thank you Humna 🙂
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I’d love to have an intended collaboration with you.
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I’d love that too. 🙂
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The contrast of her replies are simply something.
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What we write and what we don’t…no one could sum it up more beautifully than this. Kudos to you both 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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beautiful would like to collaborate with you 🙂
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i love this, it’s mind-blowing
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