Jaab raat hoti hai, Ankhein soti hai
Phool bhi murjha ke Soh jate hai...
2013-01-02 04:30 AM
Every day is like the last time you get to breathe...
Time wears down the hardest of souls,
Beckons warriors to fall on the swords...
Syria, river--
Baradah, I'm six, lost shoes...
I slit my wrists amidst an endless garden.
Cherry blossoms flow, drained from my heart...
When my eyes got opened it was late.
There was a lot of hope and lot of fate...
Every soul has a song
Every heart has hurt...
The Cave
Accostumed to a surrounding darkness we are...
Though my hands
have settled dust...
No one saw me
late last night...
I step from grass to stone
With a single glance back...
the sunrise
brought colours...