Zubeda Niazi

2 weeks ago | medium.com | Zubeda Niazi

Everything feels quieter nowBut not because it’s calm. It’s the silence of things given up on,Of things people stopped expectingTo change. The streets are fullBut empty. Words are manyBut none carry weight. Laws existBut not for all. And dreams…They wait in cornersThey’ll never be called from. Power is everything here. Not truth, not dignity,Not the will of the people. Just power,And those who protect it,No matter what it costsThe rest. There is no space for the ordinary. No value in honesty.

3 weeks ago | medium.com | Zubeda Niazi

There is no language leftTo translate this ache,Only the soundOf children buried in sleepThey did not choose. The sky bleeds headlines. We scroll past massacres,Like bad dreams, we pretendThat never touched us. They fallNot like heroes,Not like stories,But like ashBeneath forgotten names. Have you seenA mother screamsWith no sound,Her mouth wideAs if the soul triedTo crawl outAnd failed? The men who pull the triggersNever see the eyes. Only borders,Only commands,Only the mapRedrawn in blood.

3 weeks ago | medium.com | Zubeda Niazi

There are nights that don’t end, They fold over themselves, Layered like bruises beneath the skin. A quiet ache settles in the bones, Not loud, not screaming, Just… present. Lingering. Like the memory of a goodbye No one had the courage to say out loud. I reach for something,Maybe hope, maybe meaning,But my hands return empty,Again and again. The hollowness hums,Soft and cruel,Like an echo of a songI used to believe in. Sometimes, I pretend I’m swimmingBut really, I’m just sinking slower.

2 months ago | medium.com | Zubeda Niazi

When the voices in your head are too loud, But there is silence all around… When the illusion is shattered, And peace is devoured by chaos… When the walls keep closing in, When the blood in your veins turns to ice, Due to what’s become of your life… When the very air you breathe, suffocates you, When the whispers become haunting echoes, When your words are misconstrued, always… When the war is not worth fighting anymore, When your sanity is in jeopardy, When the darkness within and without,...

Nov 12, 2024 | medium.com | Zubeda Niazi

Zubeda Anjum Niazi·Follow18 hours ago--Photo by Sasha Freemind on UnsplashOnce I met a womanSerene yet strong, Strong like a monolithBut alone,Oh so alone!I was captivated by her eyes, by her smileSmile so welcoming and warmBut eyes so melancholy,Like a chasm of sadness!I asked her, hey why are you so sad?