I had a dream




So I had a dream last night,
We are all on a hike.
There wasn’t much of a story line.
Except we all slowly die.
I wake up today and realise.
My dream came true.
I got more wise.
Start with adding a story,
To my meaning less day.
Making it worthwhile.
For whoever decides to stay.
Stay and alive, be a part of today.
I am going to be kind to you.
Till dusk turns the sky grey.
And then again.
We all go for a hike.
All the faces in my dream
Are happy faces alive.
I win my struggle for today.
Tomorrow might be different again.
But for now let another dream commence.
-Sabah Batul

Beauty sends regards to Beast.





Only if it was easier to cross my lines and reach my limit.

If it was only easier to fly to where you are.

But I cannot without the fear of obliterate.

I cannot without loosing what I thought I want.

Until I can, parameters matter.

And I stay on ground, because I am not ready yet.

I am losing a chance at our something, beast.

For what it’s worth you were the something I didn’t know existed for me.

You were the chivalry in a plummeting world.

I wish we could quibble more.

But I guess I have to look forward to petulant brutes now.

Until then, here’s to a chance we never got.

Here’s to all the problems in our lives we never shared.

Here’s my tribute to my almost.

I was opening up,but it was your time to close.

So dear beast I hope we cross paths again.

Until then, you will be my almost, Love.

Beauty sends regards to Beast

-Sabah Batul.

I might be



I might be a wallflower.
Boring, you don’t want to take a second look.
I might be too plain.
Vanilla, you don’t like my flavour when you cook.
I might be meek.
Timid, I can’t stand for myself against a crook.
I might be ignorant.
Stupid, you assume you can’t share with me your wisdom of books.
I might be apprehensive.
Anxious, with every situation I’m shook.

I might be. Oh, I just might be all that.
And a lot more.
But it is not your place to judge.
Because they might be my flaws,
Not yours to drudge.
I am not to be fixed or changed.
Or your new report to progress.
I am who I am. Myself I proudly address.
Just a name to you, I might be.
But to me I am my world. I am my
always zestful beauty.
A truth I learned.

I am glad I did, because now I can be more.

-Sabah Batul

The asylum.


In the walls of the asylum I found intrigue,
Intrigue clearly out of my league.
I found the wait which was worth,
With a new patients birth.
Even though his halo was followed by ominous clouds.
I need to hail his presence.
Yes I am crazy, but so is his essence.
Crazier than any of my inmates.
And that is what I need maybe.
That’s what my heart was longing for.
I’ll only know if he is conscious.
Conscious and precise.
I’ll know then if his thoughts hold morbidity.
Morbidity, insanity, cruelty,murder.
I need to know if he has it all.
I keep staring at him.
I mix up my words, I stutter.
I understand it makes me desperate.
But he draws me in, with
His lost eyes.
That make me shiver,
Loose balance,
Makes audible their whimper and wails,
Followed by his confident hails,
as he called for Satan.
Sold his victims souls.
Holding them by the neck,
Making offerings at evils deck.
I don’t expect you to understand me, but doctor he might make me whole.
We are each other’s ghoul.
So you let him go now.
We don’t want to be your diagnostic dolls anymore.
And I’ll stop with the ECT.
Let him go with me.
And maybe I’ll stop
Ill stop this pain.
Maybe Ull see then.
Finding a guy is tough on a girl.
I have gone through a lot!
I can’t live here being caught.
I have to be free,and in love with him.
And we’ll live happily ever after.
Because im never delusional, you know it.

-Sabah Batul

Our story.



I have something to say today,
As I sit in this peaceful graveyard.
It’s our story.
So listen, it might be important.
Let’s talk about the Fairy tale for a while.
The place where everything is alright.
Where serendipity is magic.
Where your fear of death isn’t tragic.

Now, let’s talk about the Horror fable.
Where no one is stable.
Where serendipity surely ain’t magic.
Where your fear of goodbyes isn’t tragic.
Welcome to my world,
Where staying sane is just a lie.
Where we pretend till we die.
We are all actors here.
We are all in a play.
We disappear into our darkness at the end of the day.
Here rains end only in droughts.
Love and trust, are always doubts.
Where one night stays
are the closest way
to company.
Where reading a book is the closest
Ull get to an epiphany.
Here in my world,
Little kids are raped.
People are judged for their looks and shape.
Men hit women till they’re blue.
Our leaders are shrew.
A faulted world.

This is my world,different from yours.
The Fairy tale and the Horror fable.
In fact, they are divided by only a grave.
On your side you stand
seeing death as your enemy.
On my side I stand
Knowing the true enemy.
It’s living, mourning, saying goodbye.
Hiding your feelings,not able to cry.
Being left behind to live the fable.
Where no one is stable.
It’s the way my world I see.
You live in it too.
The world from which the departed are free.
Here all the truths are lies.
Here I’ll stay and never be alright.
But hey, let me stop all this blabber now.
As I have to get back to live and mourn my death.
As I don’t get to live. No one lets me.

-Sabah Batul

My First Kiss.



Kiss me now
Teach me how..
Teach me how it’s done.
Teach me how a kiss is won.
How do I get it right?
Get it perfect that fireworks
are seen.
Take your time, as lurks
my first kiss waiting for you to lean.
Lean in me.
Touch my lips.
Get the fire started.
Get my skin to tingle.
Make me half-hearted.
Give my all you have,
So that my other half leaves with you.
Whatever you do make sure you do…
Kiss me long,hold me tight.
It’s my first kiss.
So I again plead.
Please get it right.
I won’t get it back again.
My first kiss.
So I want it to be special.
So special that I never forget.
How everything felt,
When I was in your arms.
As the world stopped.
And everything turned warm.
Warm and fuzzy,beauty all around.
All this I want in our first round.

So I again ask kiss me now,
Teach me how.
Teach me how it’s done.
Teach me how a kiss is won.
As I don’t ask for much from you.
Just kiss me like in the movies,
And I’ll be wooed!
As it is,
My first kiss.
Forever this moment I’ll cherish.

These words were written down
by a girl in white.
The little untouched princess.
An example for chastity,
A loyal wife.
Wife to the dead.
A man she never met.
A man to whom she was wed.
Wed in her early years.
And so now she gets to wait,
Wait to hear,
Or feel or see, Love.
But she only waits.
Waits, for her
First kiss.
As her husband was the only life she were to live.

-Sabah Batul.

Tale of a broken heart – REPOST.




I knew I had fallen for you for real. I was thinking about you, even without trying!

I knew every thing I ever wanted was you. I could smell your presence, even without breathing!

I knew I was gonna lose you at some point in my life. I could hear you speak, even without listening!

I knew you would wreck me in the worst possible way ever. I wanted to be your wreck, even without being loved in return!

I knew I was nothing but, just another girl to you. All I wanted ever was to be yours, forever!

Now, its time to sit back and embrace the triumph of being a lover who was never loved back in return!


—  Blogerro

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The Nights Passer-by.


An immoral day,
stress and adult reality.
Walking to the coffee shop,
just useless mental thoughts.
Our eyes meet,
I fall head over heels, for you.
You must be my Passer-by.
The one I need,the one I was looking for.
After a day of me living a grave offence,
the illegal act of living dead!
But I know
redemption for me,
would be our lights flickering through the night.

Our fingers entwine.
The lazy night goes by.
the lights are switched off.
Darkness fills the room.
With pleasure my body is doomed.
You smile and enjoy my gratified cries.
To my every need your body oblige.
Inch by inch we discover ourselves anew.
My bliss you find amidst the dew.
Pleasure fills every sinful part of me,
as you find your way,making me dizzy.
You fill my body with your power
I know climax isnt afar.
Your heat and mine,
and your rhythm of come and go.
The great fire has now reached my toes.
Your strong arms,your manhood,
couldn’t be louder my pleading need.
Of more and more. More of your seed.
The nights darker,and our bodies are faster.
Everything is blurred,
your craving is heard.
I give back the joy I received.
Soft kisses,and I feel your loins peeved.
Swallows of arousal and steaming heat.
No words can describe the orgasmic eve.
I back away but you pull yourself back in me.
Your waves of love enter me slowly.
The music of the night is at its peak.
Gentle surges and depths of our desire
take the night away…
Senses heightened, end reached.
Our bodies drew apart from each other.
Tired the sex slaves lay.
The sensational night came to an end.
Our beauty found in each other as was meant.
As morning birds are to wake,
another passer-by of the night
picks up his bits to leave,kisses break.
The goodbyes are said.
Yet another clone to discover my ample needs.
I lie down by myself,
in perception of the empty night ahead.
Another dreadful day to live,
out of my Holy Bed.
I fall into a heavy dreamless sleep.
Without a thought about…
What must the passer-by of tonight dream?

-Sabah Batul.

Take his anguish away…!




Unhelpful cries,unmovable he lies.
The little dew drop in his catch.
The older man locked the latch…
His innocence was not his to take.
His skin was not his to be touched.
But that didn’t stop the foul uncle.
His unholy actions were in place.
The kid searched for his parents to chase,
The relative that shouldn’t stay.
The relative that didn’t stop even after having his way.
Every night his room was a nightmare,
That he shared with his uncle.
What was this for his small mind
Couldn’t understand.
What mistake was this a punishment for,
Couldn’t understand.
The kid stayed sick after he left.
Not knowing the depth,
Of the crime he was a victim to.
His uncles actions weren’t explained at school.
A few days later, on the Tv.
He heard protesters scream in disbelief.
That a pedo shouldn’t walk free.
Constant pain,and continued misery,
Is still small for his sin.
No forgiveness a pedo should ever win!
The kid was shocked,
“Whats a pedo?”, he asked.
“Did he deserve all this wrath?”
The parents exchanged looks and changed the channel.
The uncle walked out of the room.
Parents unaware that the question needed to be answered.
The answer that would help the kid understand.
That the nights pain,waiting him in advance.
Was a crime that needed be stopped.
Someone needed to take his anguish away!
It was okay to tell his parents.
Not stand gawped,
At the news on Tv.
Awaiting another night of disgusting eerie.

-Sabah Batul.

#pedophiles #littlekids #savethekids
Tell them what they need to know!

Is it my fault?




Was it my fault my life stopped all at once,without asking?!
Was it my fault I never got my chance? Never got my wings.
Was it my fault it all stood stagnant?
Was it my fault I waited for the new beginnings everybody got?
Was it my fault I was disappointed?
Was it my fault?Is it mt fault I live my life in regret?
Is it my fault I have all this rage and anger stored inside?
Is it my fault that I wanna scream out the pain? Try to fill the void.
Is it my fault I wanna blame the people who are to be blamed?
Is it my fault that I cover for their mistakes?
Is it my fault they played with my life at stake?
Is it my fault that I am in constant hurt?!
Is it my fault that I made a terrible choice?
Is it my fault that my battle cries were just noise?
Is it my fault I lost? Lost faith in my own dreams.
Is it my fault my life today isn’t gleam?It’s not my fault I wanna cry out loud. Just scream and shout!
It’s not my fault I think the tears will take the sorrows with them.
A girl can only hope.
It’s not my fault that I can no longer live in distress.
That it might just kill me from the inside,the stress.
A girl can only hope.

Maybe it is. May be it is my fault that I am here today.
A place where jolly is just like the season that won’t stay.
Maybe it is my fault I am loosing parts of me, bits of my identity.
Maybe it is my fault for not defending myself enough.
For having all this unresolved stuff.
Or maybe it’s my fault for letting others make my decisions for me.
Maybe it is my fault for loving the wrong people,who didn’t want the whole me.
Or maybe it is my fault for hoping I could pursue what I want.
Maybe its my fault I ever dreamed. Maybe it wasn’t my place.
Maybe its my fault anything anybody can say cannot help me get over this.
Maybe its my fault that there is no solution to this life’s bit.
Maybe its my fault I am always gonna be in this black hole.
Maybe I’ll come out..Maybe I won’t.
Future doesn’t seem as expected either.
Hence I remain for now to my story, the only griever.
But maybe…just maybe…I deserve it.
Whose fault is that anyways? That question still remains.

                                                                     -Sabah Batul