Wasima Raida Islam

Abstract Tragedy Fantasy

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Wasima Raida Islam

Abstract Tragedy Fantasy

Reasons To Ride

Reasons To Ride

2 mins
110


I love moving along the corridor

Making noise and knocking on doors


I love crossing all the odd paths

Breaking all the shotguns

Moving through the horizons

I love getting all decked up

Making my self-run

Lossing all boundaries and shell cores


I love shining when the sun goes down

Making it all so round

It's even when it's dark

It's colder when it's sharp

It's deeper when it's on the edges 

Of my path


Never followed rules and disciplines

Walked alin3g the line of breaking

Never knew what it feels like to 

Break this thought


It's not what I imagined to lead on

It's not what I desired to repeat on 

And on

It's something which showed me my bottom line 

It's something that broke my nerves and gave me shiny spines


I figured out running is 

Blaming flames of paradise

I believe how I move ahead

Is beneath the crossing line


I don't know what it feels to not feel

Safe and secured

Cuz I never bothered about it before


I rise to have my ride

And be my own guide

All along I have earned a faith

And rushed my adrenaline


Rising above ahead

Is what makes it fine

Going across the borders

Overnight


I don't know where I have been

All my life

I don't know what has taken me

To poisonous pride 

I have demolished the edges of the knife

To bleed and getting stitches done

Has turned into a habit of mine


I never gave a shit

To what makes it right

What makes us pitch-perfect and

Flawless at the same time

I explore myself to

Originate from past

I don't give a red head kick

To throw away the dust


Knowing this much makes my ride

Worthwhile

What's between me and my destiny

Is rising in the ride.......



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