Syed Hasnain Uzair

DARLING! YOUR NAME I REQUEST.

WHY THIS MUCH RESPECT?

YOU SEEM LIKE A FRIEND.

AN IDEA TO BE CONQUEST.

OH! WHY I SAY THESE WORDS.

THAT WILL KEPP YOU WORRY.

EITHER ITS JUST WHAT YOU WANT,

OR ITS A MISSION TO BE CONQUEST.

SOMETIMES! YEAH JUST SOMETIMES, HONEY!

I DO THINK OF SOMETHING SOMETIMES,

TO GOING AFTER WHERE YOU REALLY BREATH.

WORDS OF YOURS NOW ARE REALLY MESSED.

A NEW-BORN WISH IT WAS,

BUT SOMETIMES ITS HAPPY TO SEE.

NOT GOING THERE, DEAR!

If I write a story,

it would be pretty much scary.

If I write an essay,

It would always be messy.

If I write a letter,

It would never be better.

If I write some words,

it would never be enough.

If I note everything down,

It would be of majorily noun.

If I write about love,

would it be a lie?

If I say I hate you,

Is it a lie?

Baby!! I don't know anything.

But If I ever get a chance, I would always say a single thing.

You were being my love?

If I'm breathing, Babe!

Would you tell me how?

I'm not sure, Babe!

You gonna tell me now.

If I say to you, Honey!

this time don't laugh.

You loved me, right?

Or was it just funny?

If I don't say a word.

Would you speak to me?

Would you laugh for me?

or would you live for me?

Sometimes, but yeah sometimes honey!

I do look fine and alive.

Am I dead too?

I can't see anyone,

You there or not?

May you call my name?

Should I hear or not?

but there's a footprint of someone,

You walked or not?

'Cuz I felt of going away.

Should I follow or not?

I can feel when it hurts,

You did or not?

'Cuz it calls your name,

The Scars bleed or not?

Aww! I'v seen the light,

It shines or not?

My dear friend, Darkness! take me,

The poem I write is full of my thinking, my thoughts about love, my experience with love or the feelings. Love is not a easy part. What I think of love? Answer is my poems. Not a single word is copied. Kindly support me So I can come up with new poems.

The hideosity nights I've paid,

On my heart, your brutal raid

Oh my crumbing thoughts ..

I tried hard but couldn’t fade.

12 AM; start of the day, they say!

Who knows doom is on its way.

Well! meet my old friend darling!

Partial death it is, people say.

2 AM; My futile dreams , Hi!

Do you Consider me or just passing by?

And why this hating deluge?

You are laughing on me being cry..?

3AM; Insane waiting of my love

Misknowing of it be enough.

Even million prayers couldn't count.

And Your words, "It will never be tough "

4AM: Welcome! the coming sleep..

but wait!! Did u just creep?

You do know me than why u came?

Before going into, I Dont like to weep

5AM: I call it the ending session,

Full of overthinking and obsession,

Honey ! I miss u all the time like I said;