Compromising my independency Feeling of having never enough Will Aazadi free me someday ? Will my life be my own ? Can i say no ? Must i always listen ? Can i choose to accept and reject ? Can i , someday ?
Why had he gone away ? From creature comfort life Away from the cradle land And the blossoming gardens Why had he weighed to walk On a menacing and crooked path Or were the straight ways never there ? Fighting valiantly versus the Nero The shrouded body lay radiant Covering the blood soaked body Bleeding out his strength and the colour of love He loved his homeland !
Remembered for aeons That night when all our secrets were vivified and memories explored
Our quondam was star naked As we set out ourselves to the flat
You look back at the life you had the mistakes you made the debits you paid the wounds you bled the words you read the songs you penned the memories you upkept the tears you wept the souvenirs you redeemed the paths you paved the dolours you gulped The love you craved
But it was all "A bygone" , you said
You are now A changed YOU
You love yourself now from the blister in your eyes to the pitch of your laugh And the colour of your hair too
From every wrinkle to every crinkle every part of you from your weight to your height
The fourteen years of olden And precisely the twofold of here The Nero , Not at peace Screening the panorama Now and then Knowing it well Despotism is evanescent And just a puff of downtrods Is decent for their nihility !!!
May oppression and oppressors get destroyed soon ,, Aameen
A mere saying and yeah me exaggerating you all can say .. (dont laugh guys...)
For many it may be a serious issue (i laugh) sorry my *many* dont wnna hurt you all
Sooooo! EYES ..!
Eyes would be telling more than words could say ... yes thats the ART of an eye contact (surprisingly yes😉)
They are captivatingly beautiful As they hold words more exempted than vision
They are declared as “mirror of the soul”
But behind this mirror they lay secrets ... deeper and darker than the black whole ..
The more read them the more you drown”
Real eyes, realize real pain ! As they hold not to stare but to visualise them