Tag Archives: Hasan Abbas

Symbols, Chains and Monsters

My chain of thoughts is broken, Symbols swim around as the meanings pass me by, Stealing a glance I hope a familiar face stops by, But not today, Today is the day of monsters, Monsters that are running amok, Telling … Continue reading

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The Creed I Believe In

Disclaimer – This post is heavily inspired from song titles by Creed which wasn’t intentional but a welcome addition when I later realized what had happened. Take a hurt, wounded soul and let it find its way. Broken and crippled, it … Continue reading

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Me, Revolution and I

“The revolution. Ever since the storming of the Bastille, the West has been living a lie called revolution. Ever since that day, this equivocal word has captured out minds like a holy word, to such a degree that it ends … Continue reading

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Another Day, Another Way

My mind is in its sense of shame,As I physically go down this hole in vain,Buried by this weight of the unknown,The gift is the saddest part of this shroud, When hell breaks loose above, I am not safe in the … Continue reading

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All That Was Once Before

The strength I gather from all around,Seems to wane as I tread past these shores, The dark alleys I pass by,Seem nameless as there are no doors, Each place has its moments,But all seems silent when all remains living, Even … Continue reading

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Its been a while…

Its been a while I wrote, Just for a bit, just a while, To let out whats within me, A moment in time trapped inside of me, A limerick, a rhyme, Sometimes nothing makes sense, Nothing passes the time, Its sublime … Continue reading

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Midnight

I like to think that everything I write is like a masterpiece. That everything I should write should be something which makes people think but sometimes I forget that I am not writing for someone else but it is for … Continue reading

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