Merak Magazine

Amtul Hajra

Amtul Hajra

un-optimistic, Poet, and a friend to many.

Unkn(own)

I’ve been to far off places, Not one of them were as queer as you. You’re like a strategy dug so deep, I sense sadness when I hold you Melancholy, at the rim of your throat; Like a place I’ve…

A Shattered Poem

I don’t even know what to write anymore, Abruptly, All of the words are on the shore.   None makes sense of what  An obstructed mind  Would presume.   Im choking on all  Of my raw  Undone Prompts.   That…

Reverence for words.

I write, More than I speak. I carry my words In feathers. They’re silver lined Like the moon. I touch them with a Light hand. Fearing they might shatter too; (My framework alike) My idioms, Are vague, unclear and appalling.…

A Bad Dream.

Timid And scared. There I lie. I can’t breathe, Nor can I tell you why. Im gasping for oxygen, Like there’s nothing more I could lose. I’m feeling numb again; Possibly for the hundredth time. I endure a rush In…

Her Favorite Color

What was her favorite color? Was it the brown in your eyes? Or Was it the pink in your smile? Was it the black that you so often wore? Or The red that you adored? Was it the blue that…