You never write about the noise that you have in your head, You never write about the overflow of pain that flows in your veins, You never write about the tragedy that is hidden beneath your eyes. You never write about the flesh that is burned from inside.
The division of our room made everything dark ,
You took the part of light away from me, But I won't stop longing the depths of you. We will always be you and me together even in seperation.
Look outside, The jehlum is full of bodies, but who will take them out for the last bath. Who will own them with voids. Here death is unknown and dead has no home.
I wonder how foolish and vulnerable I become at times.I keep people safe in the graveyard of heart.I keep them alive even when they are cold and painful to me.I wonder how many people I have to bury before I feel I am accepted too,before I feel I am buried in someones heart too.
All I seek from you when you shift your feelings to other men ,
when you start to pack your love,
Bury my existence in inside of you too,
Carry me with you,
i want to hold your heart
when cities you try to love will feel lonely.
Yes it's good to talk about Iran , Afghanistan and other places , but what stops you from talking about your homeland. Come down and looks around see what happens inside . People have been silenced and tormented here too. Speak up don't be joke please
Pseudo intellectuals will speak about every foreign land , but not about what is happening inside there homes. They will come and cry someone is oppressing something but will stay Silent when it comes to own land. There are without tongue when it comes to homeland 1/2