WHEN PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR FLOWERS NOT ROOTS

THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHEN AUTUMN COMES...

SONG

WHEN NOTHING SOFTENS THE GRIEF

MAY GREIF SOFTENS ME

IN THE MOST SELFISH WAY POSSIBLE

I HOPE NOBODY ADMIRES YOU THE WAY I DO.

MY DESIRE TO BE A POEM HAS WITHERED AWAY .

IN EVERY UNIVERSE
I WOULD RATHER BE A YEARNER , A POET.

FOR IMAGINE BEING A MUSE , A LIVIN' POEM
AND NEVER KNOWING UR OWN BEAUTY

IN EVERY UNIVERSE
I WOULD RATHER HAVE THE EYES TO SEE BEAUTY
THAN BE BEAUTY ITSELF

MY EYES HOLDS YOUR IMAGE LIKE AN ABANDONED CHILD CLUTCHING THE PICTURE OF HIS HOME

AND NOW THAT YOUR FACE I ENGRAVED UPON MY RETINA....

TELL ME , HOW CAN I LOOK ELSEWHERE??


WHAT TOY COULD EVER TEMPT ME ENOUGH TO NEGLECT THE PICTURE OF THE ONLY HOME I EVEN KNOWN

WHY DON'T YOU SOCIALIZE?

I HAVE WANDERED THROUGH CROWDS THATT FELT LONELIER THAT SOLITUDE , WHERE AFFECTION WAS A PERFORMANCE AND EVERY SMILE A FACADE

AND HOW STRONG SHALL I APPEAR SO NOBODY NOTICES IM CARRYING MY LIFE WITH TREMBLING HANDS ?

HOW BRIGHTLY SHALL I LAUGH SO THEY NEVER HEAR THE GRIEF BREATHING QUIETLY BETWEEN MY WORDS

AND IF IM LOVED ONE DAY , LET IT BE FOR THE STORMS I SURVIVED ND NOT THE SUNSHINE I LEARNED TO IMITATE

I FELL TO MY KNEES THE MOMENT I SAW YOUR EYES
....
HOW CAN ONE GLANCE STEAL MY SOUL

WHEN I'VE HEARD OF HEAVENS BEAUTY ALL MY LIFE

NO WONDER IF IM STILL ON EARTH
OR IF I DIED ND ENTERED HEAVEN UNAWARE

FOR IF IM ALIVE.... HEAVEN IS HERE

IN YOUR EYES IN YOUR ARMS

Some flowers are never meant to be picked;
they're simply meant to be admired until the season changes.

I became a quiet place where every smile was kept safe,
while becoming a memory no one noticed fading.

The stars were counted with wonder,
yet dawn was always meant for another sky.

No storms were fought, no promises were broken...
only a heart that arrived with a universe to offer,
and left carrying galaxies no one ever saw.

Perhaps that's the strange poetry of life...
sometimes the hands that hold the gentlest are the ones that return empty.

And still, I'd choose to remain the moon....
never asking the sun to shine for me,
only grateful that I once borrowed its light. 🌙

AND I LOST MY WHITE CRAYON AGAIN........


MHMMM

Use chaiye ki tum use insaan smjho koi chiz nahi

Apne sir ka taaz banao duniya se chupa tabeez nahi

Banao use ghr ki laxmi
Jb sir pe tumhare sehra ho

Fir pehene burkha suit ya jeans
Nazro pe tumhare pehra ho

Pehera ho uss juban pr bhi
Ki itna tumhein dard nahi

Zor dikhana hath uthana in baaton se koi mard nahi

Mard wahi jo izzat kre
Jimmedari lene se n dare

Aur jo de pyar iss mamta ki murat ko
Bsssss
Itna hi to chaiye aurat ko