Hazrat Usman
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Darkness creeps Silent, slow. Fear whispers No one knows. Shadows stretch, Cold and deep, Hiding secrets We cannot keep. Eyes are closed, Hearts are tight, Waiting, waiting For the light.
By Hazrat Usman Usman7 months ago in Poets
When the world fell quiet, Not a whisper, not a sound— No birds in the sky, no engines on ground. Yet from the stillness, a voice arose, Speaking truths no one supposed.
I miss the days when life was small and happiness was just a candy in my hand. I miss the mornings with cartoons and no alarms, the smell of home and the sound of mama's voice calling me to eat.
Why? Again, I'm here— Holding broken pieces That don’t fit the same way anymore. I promised I’d never return To the same wound Wearing a new name. But here I am, bleeding softly.
Love is fire not gentle, not quiet, but wild and fierce, burning through the cold nights. It’s the spark in your chest, the heat in your hands, the voice that shakes you awake, calling you home.
I can’t tell anymore if the pain started yesterday… or years ago. It’s not sharp. It’s not loud. It’s just there—a dull weight pressing down on everything I think, everything I try to feel.
By Hazrat Usman Usman7 months ago in Fiction
“Don’t let the pain of the past the worries of tomorrow take away the joy you have today.” It comes once. Not twice. Not again.
They didn’t notice her in the classroom. Quiet girl. Second row. Eyes down. She wasn’t loud. Didn’t raise her hand every time. Didn’t dress to be seen. Didn’t laugh like she owned the room.
She didn’t need a stage to be seen. She lived in quiet things— the hum of the kettle, the soft folding of clothes, the way her fingers brushed hair from my face when I pretended to sleep.
I woke up and your name didn’t echo in my first breath. I made coffee without thinking about how you liked yours. I passed our old bench— you know the one— and felt nothing. Not even a flicker.
He found me when I wasn’t looking. A quiet smile, a soft voice that wrapped around my loneliness like sunlight on a cold wall.
Tears never came. Not when the door slammed, not when the silence settled like dust on my skin. I sat at the edge of everything— my breath a weight, my thoughts too loud to carry.
