Hazrat Usman
A lover of technology and Books
I gave you More than words More than promises I gave my soul But you Held knives Behind smiles And empty eyes The blood Wasn’t mine But it stained My hands anyway
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
The war Is quiet But it shouts In every breath No guns No armies Just thoughts Like grenades Exploding In my mind I fight shadows That wear my face And scream lies I almost believed
Love Was banned First Then laughter Then tears Then everything in between We lived In a city Where smiling Needed a permit
They left Like it was nothing Like goodbye Was just another word No tremble No second glance Just silence Dragging its feet behind them
No bell rang No teacher stood But every corner Had a lesson The street Didn’t teach me math But I learned What hunger multiplies
They asked Why I don’t talk anymore Why my mouth Feels like a locked room I smiled Like silence Was a choice Not a scream with no voice
I stood in front of it Not to fix my hair Not to smile But to ask who I was The mirror stared Like it always had Cold Quiet Cruel
I held it like a last breath a moment frozen before everything shattered The photo curled as flames whispered secrets I never knew a face half gone, a truth half shown
Silence lay heavy across the northern scar. No birds. No wind. Only white ash falling like snow. Aya stood at the edge of a crater deeper than memory. A graveyard, not of bodies, but of forgotten machines.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Fiction
A howl split the tunnel like a curse thrown across time. Not animal. Not human. Something entirely in between. It echoed as if pain itself had learned how to speak. Aya didn't look back, because she couldn’t afford to.
It didn't thunder. It didn’t scream. It fell quietly, like it knew I needed soft. The windows held stories in their fog. Little rivers raced down like secrets let go.
The air was thick with smoke, Aya coughed as her vision returned in flashes— Zair was kneeling beside her, his face pale but alive, Blood streaked down his shoulder like war paint from a forgotten battle.
