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Monday, August 19, 2013

Poem: Long Ago

Long ago
my laugh had a life
of its own

the yes-I-remember chuckle
or perhaps
a head-thrown-back guffaw

Now
my laugh
is only three letters:
LOL.

Long ago
my smile had a soul
of its own

which revealed itself
in my eyes,
in the curve of my lips

Now
my smile
is condensed:
a colon, a parenthesis.

Long ago
my emotions used to burst
with energy

thoughts sang
muscles danced
veins throbbed

Now
my emotions
all lie unused,
yellowed

My life and soul
entombed
in ones and zeros

and now, I:
a cluster of frozen pixels.

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11 comments:

  1. saniyaAugust 20, 2013 at 12:41 PM

    That hit straight home. Wow. Just...wow.

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    1. Zainab Ummer FarookAugust 20, 2013 at 7:58 PM

      It's scary, how we've let emotions transform into emoticons and our language be dominated by chatspeak, isn't it?

      Thanks, Sania :)

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  2. GhadeerAugust 24, 2013 at 12:39 AM

    I love it! The tragedy of our pixelated selves..

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  3. vinnyAugust 24, 2013 at 9:33 PM

    Brilliant Zainab!!!
    :) ;) :D o_O now define us..its a digital age...Can I vote for this poem anywhere?!

    (Came from indiVine)

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    1. Zainab Ummer FarookAugust 25, 2013 at 2:54 PM

      Thank you, Vinaya :) You could vote for this on Indivine, if you want to.

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  4. A FineappleSeptember 24, 2013 at 5:04 PM

    Please write something. A Poem like this maybe ?? I loved it :) :)

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    1. Zainab Ummer FarookSeptember 26, 2013 at 3:10 PM

      Thanks :) I have some more in the pipeline, but I just can't seem to find the time to perfect them. Sigh.

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  5. Saru SinghalSeptember 25, 2013 at 10:24 PM

    WOW! This will stay with me for a long long time. How empty life becomes with time. Things are changing too fast and sucking emotions out of it.

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  6. Purple AssassinOctober 7, 2013 at 2:15 PM

    sometimes the phases we go through give us a definition. We do come out, so I'd say take your time, grieving is important.
    But, once you're out make sure you have a back up to not look back.

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