Random collecting of Urdu poetry

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE THIS WORLD. Gods are created by a mighty force, a force to balance the universe, every galaxy, world, and life. **** Camille tastes the blood on her lips. She's nauseous and weak; still, she forces her brain to stay awake. Ignoring the pain of reopening old injuries. There are more bruises she can't hide, more pain to bear, but she's finally tired to do it in silence. She wipes the humiliating tears off her face. "Don't you dare touch me again." she defies the monster. "I don't even think God is on your side," he says with a reeking smell of alcohol. At the same time, a loud thunder with the brightest lightning illuminates the sky, the rain pours heavily A tall man elegantly walks forward, evidently upset he glances at the girl with the corner of his beautiful crystal blue eyes, tearing apart the man who has dared to put his hands on the girl he's been trying to protect. "A leech like you would never understand the depths of my trust for this girl." The God of Water stands behind her, like a bodyguard. "Giving up has never been an option for you, perhaps taking the garbage out of your way can help you find your freedom." The mysterious man says. Just as he finishes his sentence, a bolt of lightning strikes loudly in the sky. He turns to face the monster as he freezes in shock, He knows, this time he won't be forgiven.

It manifested when I was 12, at the time I was just happy that my father was finally out of my life. I didn't expect it to happen but it did, and it opened my eyes to how sick people can be. I managed to escape, and to this day I still don't know how. It was either a miracle or just pure luck. My life got worse from then on chase after chase and city after city. They always knew where to find me, police just made it worse. This time I'm determined not to be found. I can't get caught and leave my family alone again. I will do anything and everything I have to. To stay safe, stay hidden and live under the radar. Because the world isnt ready for what I am, what I am capable of. I've been forced to live a life of a criminal. Not because I committed a crime, but because my existence is a crime. Well, I didn't commit a crime, before. °°° "What-what are you hiding Sienna?" His expression was intense, foreboding. I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. "Tell me," he persists. "I know something is wrong, you are fucking wrong," a step closer to me "what are you?" The question was barely a whisper. I falter and step back, "n-nothing, I'm fine, what are you even saying!" I am NOT involving any more people. I wont be the cause of another- "I saw the scars, the lights, the fire, I can't pretend I didn't anymore!" I wince at his voice, when did he start to care? What a joke, I can't belive I'm feeling this speechless when I have a billion lies on my tongue. I was never good under pressure. I tended to explode with bursts of either temper or silence. Over the years I have learned both of these have deadly consequences. °°° This is copyrighted. Enjoy!

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