Soul, What is happiness? The feel we get when we defeat someone? Or the one which we get when we know that we have won someone?
Is it the winning of an argument? And the losing of a friend?
Or the losing of an argument? And the winning of a friend?
Words are cunning And so are fantasies
But what is more important? Living up to the dogma? Or going the other way round?
Oh my dear soul, kindly realize All that you have just asked now Has been asked long long before
Soul continues lamenting- Holy universe The amazing beauty The undefinable awe The mystic maze
I truly believe that every question has an answer And mine should have one too Why is it that when I put my heart and soul And get lost in thoughts all night and day ‘Bout someone or something I ultimately end up being the one left back?
Slicing the red velvet not drawing blood with your nails you walk on the body of compromise kissing the fleece of death. Untitled, larger than life unpresent, missed moments would take the revenge from no thing. The violence will end
Tears has been shed some innocent lives has been groaning inside. Some being the part of the miracle got a new life after walking out from the hell. Begging for lives begging to get rescued their hands are hunting for
Like a gentle breeze the world goes by. Days slip away, why still stay. Few phase if I live or die. Demons no more held at bay. Freely do they roam inside, freely there they hide. Lost inside myself, fell
Since my earliest youth, I’ve been looking for my face which was stolen by wars. I am the son of war. My memory was kneaded by her tough dances. Since forty years, I’ve been inhaling her bitter smoke, knowing nothing