Alias

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Alibis

And smoky streets

Hidden corners

In attic lofts

 

Dark alleys

And hair dyes

Disguises

And dodging cops

 

Different names

Every day

A different story

A different past

 

Fake smile

Hidden feelings

Shadowed eyes

Walking on secret paths

 

One eye always

Looking behind your shoulder

Always searching for

An escape route to somewhere

 

That barely discernible

Nervous twitch

Hidden underneath

A composed layer

 

Smooth lies

From practiced tongue

A fake new mask

To every stranger

 

Steady walk

Don’t show fear

On the inside

Always running from danger

 

Blend in with crowds

Lie low

And watch out

For a past left behind

 

Always watching

Always waiting

For the shadows on the pavement

The monsters in your mind

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About saharsalman

Aspiring poet. Spectator of life. Words of Whim.
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4 Responses to Alias

  1. words4jp says:

    Wow. This is scary in a way. Definitely a wonderful description of living in hiding.

  2. Shaikh says:

    have been waiting for your new poem πŸ™‚ didn’t even realise it was out, I thought you were too busy chilling (or working) at home :p. I guess you decided to go back to eerie poems then πŸ˜› a very nice poem- just wondering what in Abu Dhabi gave you the inspiration to write this hahaha maybe friends from a ‘different past’ hehehehe It was lovely to see you all again today πŸ™‚

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