As pearls flowed down his eyes,
She found herself clinged onto him.
The bright day was cloaked with dark skies,
And the scorching sun turned dim.

He uttered with a trembling voice,
"I'll be waiting till the end".
But she had made her wrong choice,
Which was like iron that wouldn't bend.

Under the thundering rain,
They bid each other goodbye.
He was all drenched in pain,
And she asked him not to cry.

As she walked out the door,
His tears turned him blind.
His heart desired her more,
Than he dreamed in his mind.

Sitting by the window seat,
Holding a velvet guitar case.
His heart beats heavier with defeat,
And tears rain on his barren face.

He watches the road that's left behind,
And the smiles that make him cry.
The soulless bodies make him remind,
He made a choice of not saying goodbye.

Of all the things he saw in a dream,
The most he craved for love.
Then the clouds let out a gentle stream,
And drenched her photo in his glove.

Holding his broken red porcelain pieces,
The guitarist walks alone.
Over and over his heartache increases,
Over and over his hate has grown.

With stains of poverty embedded on her gown,
She stood glazing at me with shining eyes wearing a frown.
A wave of empathy reached the shore of my heart,
Seeing her reluctant wrinkled face I questioned God's art.

Does she deserve this fate that compels her for alms,
Or does she deserve knowledge on her tender palms?
And then I saw a heap of books with papers black and white,
Meant for the little ones to flood them with colours bright.

All day long she ran around till her feet would burn,
She traded them to quench her thirst with the other paper in return.
Into the shadows she slipped away counting every dime,
Nazia was that little girl's name and we shall meet some other time.

She was dressed in brown, blue and green,
All her intentions always pure and clean.
She built a home for the birds,
And for creatures which couldn't use words.

Bearing burdens of stones on her back,
Will so strong, her spine wouldn't crack.
She slept under the stars and bright moonlight,
Legends have been told, of her courage and might.

She fed men and women with grass and fruits,
And yet they've set out to cut the roots.
She asked nothing but for love and mercy,
She never knew her Gods were so clumsy.

Today she's forgotten and nowhere to be found,
Neither her sobbing nor laughter sound.
Dime and time spent can't measure her worth,
Would you believe that her name was 'Earth'?..

In this life I only saw emptiness

Such emptiness that swallowed



Me. Whole.


Even when I looked into a void

It resounded with the truth, behold!


Life cannot imitate the void,

For it is emptier as it unfolds.

The way her eyes play with my mind,
And God said, "she's a different kind".
A deep ocean lies in her hair,
Where I drown in just a stare.

Like the mellow strings of a guitar,
Her music flows to lands afar.
When drops of rain lay on a rose,
I dream ecstatically of holding her close.

I fear of my arms being empty,
But my broken heart feels guilty.
I gave my soul for her to rule,
But she uses it merely as a tool.

Time turned everything upside down,
Compelled my smile to become a frown.
I'm now just a petty attraction for her,
To be worthy of love might take forever.

She shines brighter than the Sun,
Tearing the cold dark night.
She gently kisses my cheek,
And like the wind she's out of sight.

She dances like a butterfly,
With beauty and with grace.
She sings like a mermaid queen,
All the fairies to her praise.

She has a heart made of gold,
That knows no fear but love.
She's always here protecting me,
Like an angel sent from above.

She puts me into peaceful sleep,
Moving her fingers through my hair.
She gives me all the wildest dreams,
And saves me from nightmares.