My Poems

By Ayyub Hussain

Ever Again (a poem)

I wish this was a fairytale

Because, if it was, we’d be together

Time and distance would’ve pulled us together instead of apart

We would’ve gotten our happy ending

I would’ve known how it feels to have your ring on my finger

How it feels to hold your hand 24/7

But fairies don’t exist

There’s no magic to enchant our tale

We’re not written in paper

We’re built by bone and blood

Instead of going down on one knee to propose

I had to bow down to your grave

Life was too cruel for the both of us

At least I have the memories of us

Instead of the eyes I love to see

You’ve become the air I have to breathe

I’ll live this life for you

I might find love again

But they won’t be you

There’ll never be another us ever again

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Day of the Dead (a poem)
 
Light permeates all around me

In different colours and different shades

The sources’ jangle with their holders

They dance, scream and laugh at the world

I walk forward not knowing where I’ll go

I’m cloaked in darkness

I’m holding a rose that belongs to only one

They were my life

They were my soul

But I lost them

So I hold a rose in remembrance of them

It’s the day of the dead

The only chance I have of seeing them

It’s the day of the dead

This night won’t end until I give up my rose

I still wish they were here

I still wish I could hold onto them

But I have this day

I hold tight onto this rose

It’ll have to be enough

Cause it’s all that I have

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Two Broken People (a poem)

I wish I was strong enough to handle your self-destruction

But my love doesn't feel enough to glue you back together

All you do is break me apart

So that all we remain are two broken people

But it doesn't feel good living with cracks in your heart

One wrong move and I might be close to dying

I wonder how you can survive walking that tightrope

Aren't you afraid of falling down?

I know you need to heal

But, maybe, I can't be there for that

Would my heart break if we parted ways?

I still cling onto the diamond ring I'm supposed to give you

God, make me strong enough to handle you

I don't wanna be fragile anymore

Don't split us apart

But I don't want us to be two broken people

About The Author

Ayyub Hussain is a poet and essayist. When he’s not writing, he can be found either scrolling on social media, listening to music and spending time with his loved ones.

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