What makes your emotion grow?
Is it the same things that make you
hallucinate?
There has never been a more visible
Emotion
Than in anger.
For when you are sad even the sky
Cries.
Laughing and smiling
Are so distant
Yet inside,
close.
You may envision flames,
I may see flowers.
Where thy is placed
Is what sets us apart.
Like a bomb
My tenderness ends,
How rude am I when annoyed,
Says my body
Says my tongue.
Humans get excited with money
What am I?

You became my heart
Four years and eight months ago.
Through the windows
Of love
I envisioned you
Forever
For so long
irapairable and
Microscopic
Was the musle
Left
of my heart.
Superwoman
Has nothing on you
An angel
Grace
you brought upon me

®K.S

Coffee is my favorite drug
It glorifies
my saintly desire
To improve.
Greeting life in the sun
With ice cream
For breakfast.
Curiosity
Factors
every motivation.
We love to
Die for pleasure
Yet
We wonder
how pleasure
Dies for you.

Observe a cup
detailed with Urdu letters
Sitting down
You only understand English.
Concentration
does nothing.
Do you ever find new reasons to try harder?
Understanding
is objective.
Grasp a rose without bleeding,
I found the purpose to watch the blood drip
Pretext before your eyes.
Watch me not clean the floor,
It's all red.
The way it should be.
Try being
happy
Without reason.

You will never be able to enjoy life
Without beauty behold your eyes
That ignition to a flame inside
Breaking down tears to your eyes
Full of charm is the world
But only one aroma is perfect
Only beauty is spoken out of your lips
Witness the extravaganza

Upon ye,
The mercy will never be seen.
Reckless am I,
Settling for less
Visualizing the more
Behold,
We are alive
Another piece of meat
in the air
Controlled
by the next demon passing by
We are
Filled up like a balloon
With the blood of Christ
Yet thou,
Only believe
In
what you see,
What you feel
Forever
is inside,
Let us not
Weep.
Weak is the heart
At the time of death
There,
thy eyes bleed.

It's not easy.
finding a way to breathe,
a true sigh of happiness.

I despise when,
every beat to the heart,
is miserable.
Makes everyone surrounding that soul,
cry.

It's more difficult,
to live without purpose.

How do you,
Spend your hours of the day inhaling,
what seem to be
joy.

Without exhaling toxic,
before bed.

®K.S