Days

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water in the glass
night with the stars

you came alone
with all your blemishes

behind the walls of your room
folded letters in hands

imaging a meeting
of our clouds

finishing line on lost roads
i found your black jacket

there were blue roses
roses of park

but, but they weren’t mine
time travel,

dewars in the glass
nights in the bar

again,

red eyes and weeping skies.

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Safal, must.

in the middle feeling void and guilty, the sin comes first.
safal must forget the past times and follow the sky light

make a secret room for herself, where she can stay quiet and rest in oblivion.
create something and rose from the dead

love will change the colours of my city
walking through the valley of flowers and keeping the desires alive

slightly broken, tears streaming down my face and letting the emotions flow
and not picking any fancy words to write those dark whispers, in my diary

may she remind herself to sit and relax on the streets of her town once again, roam around with a coffee mug and bury the strangeness somewhere else

sometimes it’s hard for safal to allow her body to grow because she knows how it feels like to be a child who grew up in complete isolation

she now only cares about the world that she lives in and dies every night.

Dance For Good!

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something is so good about dancing. like when your favourite part comes, your hands naturally start making waves and your legs start to believe that this the time to live. do you remember how in kindergarten, we all use to dance, tickle our friends under their ears and throw party balloons at each other. how all of this was only fun and games. but now if we look at ourselves, we’re stuck between being sober and enjoying the life. isn’t acting decent all the time, is taking our inside joy from us. how everything that makes people smile and forget their troubles for a while is considered cliche now. in dance we set ourselves free, the flowing music touches our skin, makes our body come alive and we get to experience the most amazing creatures, humans in beautiful movement. there are no final or initial results, when you’re dancing. don’t just encourage your kids to dance when they’re young, but when they grow up teach them that it’s important to continue the fun, so they are not full of remorse afterwards for just living. one should know how to breathe publicly and how to bring out all the love and energy. sometimes, your cerebellum needs to dance too. on a breezy day, with your friends/anyone or alone, tell your leg to move and dance without the smallest doubt in your head that you don’t look acceptable.

Breathing And Growing!

everyone has someone in their lives but what about those who don’t have anyone. everything around them seems fine, flowers growing, wandering people and clouds carrying rain in them but something is wrong. i’m talking about the people, who don’t wish to be alone but have become lonely. we don’t know, how rich we are until we’re left with only few. we do meet various people along the way, but somebody out there still sits alone, wondering it’s the end of the day and they’ve no one to tell, how their day was. just like you can’t avoid fire accidents, bad behaviors, anxiety and job interview stress, you can’t avoid seclusion. maybe a good line, can help someone go in the right direction. no one in their right mind, likes to die a slow painful death, everyday. i had many friends in the past, but before long i realized that many is a problematic word. now i don’t have friends or bestfriend, but i stay around kind people and somehow it’s better then being lonely most of the time.
we need to stop glorifying loneliness, when we’re going through tough times, as it encourages others that it’s okay to go inside the box and never come back. sadly, but we’re persuaded to think this way, that lonliness is normal. keep the little crazy heart safe, it touches many lives everyday. cherish your solitude but not lonliness.

living without home, is difficult. so, comfort others often.

Why Can’t I Sleep Tonight?

you see yourself not getting any better and at the moment everything feels hollow. you start to believe that you’re irrelevant anyway and running out of dreams. this melancholy makes you forget that you own your body and the end is same as you think and leaves you unsatisfied.

you look around and watch people, all of us are stuck in a time loop. some of us find almost everything ludicrous, some of us are busy in belittling our own selves, fighting migraine before sleep and some of us drown ourselves in the bathtub every night just to overcome depression, the fact that it happens to everybody, some still don’t understand why it happens.

our demands and concerns are quite equal but at the same time we’re similar but different. we wonder if the ocean is still breathing or is choking in the crowd. the only magic that you should practice is of finding a way out.

Bachay

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village stories and the imaginary ghosts of town
how he taught me so many things about dreams and earth

little stubborn me, wanted to go to the lake
he was sick but still he took me down to the lake

holding my hand tightly and chanting don’t go so far bachay
where i will find you, come here and lets us all play games
i will never forget that day, the day that touched my soul

the other night, i got a call from someone on my phone
crying and gathering the words to speak; he’s gone

my eyes all dazed then suddenly an old memory got in my head
he always use to ask me, why i don’t ask him any questions

i remember the joy in his eyes, when his students use to ask him questions
and with a smiling face he use to answer them all

the only regret now i have is that wish i could ask him many questions
how the earth moves, why the sky is blue and everything

one day, sitting beside me he said don’t cry for me when i die
i will see my baby pumpkins from heaven, we all will meet soon

i can no longer see him but i have his lively energy and his hopes
the thing about love is that, it stays alive no matter what happened or will happen.

 

Sharing Love

if you’re the person who always gives back to everyone but gets nothing in return then you need to stay the same.

don’t change yourself just because everytime you’re left with nothing whenever you give back to others. if making others happy, makes you happy then you should keep doing it.
soon you’ll meet someone just like you, and you both will start a new journey of making others happy while leaving a beautiful history behind.

there’s no harm in helping and giving love and care to people without reasons. good do comes to those, who are patient and are silently making a positive difference in the society.

The Living Creature

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the living human still hides in weald forest
he is struggling hard to find me somewhere

we share the same scars and dusty brown hair
he feels different about the existing love in the woods

in tranquillity i read his face to understand his sacrifice
and the lines he writes when we talk in emotions

but i think about him as a reflection of something
he is just like a wolf, that never performs in public

listen and fall slowly for what you believe
it’s the stars that will take you to the moon, he says

the sounds of sublime sunset makes us both emotional
and we create a world of fantasies far from the original

in a dream, i was a butterfly in the start with no wings
but he told me to fly without wings with hope in mind

the eyes made me to live once again in the present and
to wait for the voice shouting inside me that i must go on.

 

 

 

Visual Mind

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the shirt hanging in my room
describes a lot about my past

talking to the windows how
my universe will end one day

and the fresh honeyed moments
gone by the wind and left no choices

i took those painted hands with me
for a long talk to forget everything

i saw the growing sea coming near to me
it was telling me how drunk that night was

the shadows of widows kept me in dark
my whole body was penetrating

magic of whites turned the skin into red
finding the way out of here

imaging and seeing new lights in the corner
all the dreams transformed in a poem

call to the earth to again smell the nature
i saw how my beginnings were ended there.

“Why Do We Exist?”

‘why do we exist?’

we’re here not to exlpore or to live in one’s thoughts but we’re here to become espactics and give back to nature what we have taken from it. we’re here to study the realities of life. life has no purpose but it has meaning. still the question remains unanswered that why we are here and why do we exist?

it’s great mystery that life itself is an fanciful and imaginary place where your thoughts can take you anywhere and you can travel in your dreams as well. although scientists have failed to answer these questions about one’s existence.

we can’t find theories of everything based on the knowledge of others, but one should find the meaning of life. this big fat universe is changing every single day, but our lives remain the same, filled with the ordinary shades of emotions melancholy, numbness and exhilaration.

the answer to this universe is more complicated than our lives. it’s deeper then the blue vocal layers of the ocean. human mind is the most complex invention by god, because it never dies and it never stops working. there’s no moralistic approach to this, absolutely nothing.

death and freedom can tell you a lot about the existence of humans.
i believe we know nothing except how to study the matters.

we have always been told so much about life that it’s adventurous, it should be purposeful and one’s life should motivate others to live and hope for the future.
but they never taught us to think and to be in the process of thinking always.

these are some earthshaking and momentous questions which humans of all time are unable to answer, because the answers aren’t in numbers.

i think the reason why we are here is to grow and develop the skills of knowing everything but it’s an unknown perspective of mine which you can’t truly believe. but a human mind never dies, it actually leaves his soul to this world so that others can get the benefits as well.

how despairing is that, that you won’t be able to finish your amazing life story before you die.
everyone will pass on these stories.

Speak About It, Because it’s Real

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depression is real, whether you talk about it or not, it’s not gonna stop anyways. it’s not a made-up thing or is in person’s head, it’s real like a human body.

the kid you were laughing at is no more now, maybe it seems easy for you to joke about it because you never felt what’s happening inside you. the all young hippie teenagers didn’t want to end up there life like this but you triggered them saying ”it’s no big deal”. it’s as real as cancer, as real as your problems and as real as a disease.

it’s not a plain feeling, it paralyzes you, until it makes your body numb. never ask people why they are always sad or ineffectual or are always procrastinating plans, you never know the story. sit with them, share moments, take them to a place, do whatever that suits you but talk to them, and never ask why. they are constantly suffering from it alone, be their grief bench, let them sit on you, tell you all the things that haunts them, let you be the healing chair. provide them comfort.

the face might looks happy, but the storm has ended inside the soul. they see the colorless world, the sleeping time is not for sleep, dreams are nightmares, feelings are special. it silently kills the person suffering from it, and he is too tired to save himself this time, as it consumes all their energy. it’s inexplicable, don’t tell them to fight alone instead fight with them. help them, encourage them, and tell them that they are worthy of everything. take them to their home, that is themselves. be their shadow, bring life to them.

you’re someone who can make change in the world, you can change someone’s life just by doing little. it’s a daily battle, become a warrior because you have no choice. lift their sky.