One thing, I like the most;
Of pain, It doesn't step back;
Of the obligations out of lack
And even never let you lost.


The condiment of the pain:
It just Burns-in your vein;
Never quenched but remain,
Like a flame of the chain.


It didactics integrity:
Of the virtual connection in the middle-
Of pair of insanity, who never fiddle,
With each other the game of animosity.


Composed by Urooba Fatima.

To be captured,
by the radiance in your eyes,
the flow of your hair.

To be enamored by your grace,
to be a guest of honor in your life.
to be a recipient of what makes people love you.

To be a part of your family, and a family for once.
To have a place in your lineage, and a place for once.
To have a place in your heart, and someone's heart for once.

I'm independent, yet I want to be claimed.
I'm my own person, but I want to be owned.
I'm my own man, but I want to be someone's.

sad like her cheeks when she forces a smile
dry like her lips when she kisses my cheeks
lost like her expressions when she stares into the darkness
Quivering like her voice when she lies that she's okay
Deaf like her ears when she slips  back into her void
tired as her eyes when she hasn't slept all night
Yellow as the pills she places on her tongue
And red as the wine she gulps them down with

If you ever wonder what depression looks like
It looks like my mother's face