Written yet unsaid.

The only thing I'd leave unsaid is your memory that inks its way in my proses and poems, draped in fiction, carved out of profoundness. I wish, when someday you come across the emotions I inked and find a piece of yourself in every word that was written yet left unsaid, nostalgia hits you hard where it hurts the most, the heart!

© Sheerin Naz.

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The fleeting eternity : LOVE. [A poem!]

He was a magician bestowed with the power of words.
He could kill people with his wits in a world of bleeding swords

He enlightened souls with his prose, poetry and story.
And embedd intricate character enduring mystery.

He was a man whom you could love, hate but, not ignore
When he wrote, the birds danced and moon lit the sea shore.

But, destiny played it's card
And his life stepped forward.

The magician of words met his muse
But, all his thoughts did was refuse.

His magical words refused to cast their spell.
And all he could do was sit and wail.

She came and took away his magic
'Cause his heart had already gone with her and that, my friend was very tragic.

She was the story of his life
But, for her, he was an unwritten paragraph torned with a knife.

© Sheerin Naz.

Beautiful paradox.

All her life she inked and recited the tales of love, hope, happiness, sadness and despair to the world that would get lost in her profoundness. Her stories had that illusive effect, helping people escape reality for a while. She read, she wrote, she imagined, she created. She carved stories that could break one's heart yet heal it at the same time. She was nothing short of a magician who could cast spell with her enchanting stories.

But, the magician of profound emotions, intricate words and beautifully heart wrenching stories couldn't ink a single word when it was time to talk about her story. The story of her love, her life and everything that made her such an amazingly beautiful paradox could never be created. Wondering why?

Well, she was a storyteller who knew every story has an end. And, how could she pen her own story when all that she wanted in her love and life was "forever".

Her reality was different from the stories she inked. A beautiful paradox she was, didn't I tell you?

© Sheerin Naz.

Oblivion. .

Her words bled with emotions, dying to reach out that one guy who meant the world to her. His heart, cold as December mornings, failed to read it, sinking her feelings in the world of oblivion forever!

- Sheerin Naz.