Croon thy words
In a tune loud.
Wrap me ****
In a white shroud.
Yell thy whine
for my chained soul,
What shall determine
The dead one's parole?
Solace me dear
For death I Fear.
Strange is yet
That All I hear!
Dead one fears
As corse is hurried.
Don't haste to the yard
Where bones are buried!
Since I hear,
Speak to me dear.
As far I am unalive
Azrael won't arrive
Speak to me a lie
Until I die.
Monologue of a corse, hearing people's elegies for his death.
With my star, what is unwell tonight?
Heaven is made by tears—hell tonight
Keep your eyes ready to cry for long
I will croon, what has befell tonight
I then raised hands in prayers to God
And belief in Lord, I won’t sell tonight
Let me see her for once and for all
It’s really last, it’s farewell tonight
Sundays at home, are overwhelming.
People who should think of future, are engulfed by fire of past.
Open your door to new friends, before their fingers are bruised by knocking. I said to myself... this Sunday.
I asked God—standing; lying prone tonight
Tears made visible God's throne tonight
Mi'raj—so God raised Muhammad to Skies
Then don't tell me, Lord is alone tonight
Love turned hatred—this is not her act
God! Who turned her heart stone tonight?
Ah! Holy anxiety—I am gruelled—By God
With teary eyes and hollow bone tonight
Warn my Love—shut office in real time
To shun emotional practice in real time
Challenge my sense, call me in silence
This is man who will notice in real time
Repeat the history and borrow a crime
If you don't allow the justice in real time
With my rivals, you walk hand-in-hand
You are caught accomplice in real time
And when you are left alone
You are left heartbroken
You are looking back
Turning face to void
You were in Love
Separation shall not define
Beats getting weak in my heart
Be lull but me mine
Darling—stay bleak in my heart
Your lament mourned in storms
Some cries cling deep in my heart
It is who
Crossed leagues to die in my arms
Who has born to weep in my heart