She is a third world girl
Living like a timid squirrel
She needs hair, to live safely

Ghettoes, Gulags, Auschwitz at every nook and corner
Acid is boiling in disguise of hot tea
Her dignity lies in her silence
She has to bend her head to walk proudly

She is a gazelle
Not allowed to take a leap
Hyenas had gifted her chain of freedom

And there are posters in the streets: “A female terroristwanted…dead or alive”
She had planted bombs of desire
On her bare hands and visible legs.

Now
Since you are saying final goodbye to me,
Collecting your belongings
(Though you cannot cut your lips from my chest)
I am compel to ask a final question: “is love an eternal tenant in my heart
Or was it you, who brought it”
If your answer is first
Then I am losing nothing
And if you answer later one
Then I will be wealthier
Because now
One has to pay higher rent
For my heart.

There comes a time
In our life
When we can feel sorrow of the mirror, his sadness
And his longing for a true companion
We can see, he is tired of
Gazing into a beast’s eyes.
And then
We decide to leave reflection forever
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Why does prophecy come with broken hearts?
Always!

He told me
“He doesn’t believe in the God”
But he used “THE” before the god
And he didn’t put full stop at the end
Then he asked me
“Do you believe in the God”
And this time
He forgot to put a question mark.

we were in love
and we were longing for truth
And now since we found it
lets perform love's funeral
on the bed.

I should have done it in the early morning
But I avoided it
I turned my back
And went to sleep.

Then…
Whole day
I felt a burden on my heart
I never thought
Love can be so heavy.

Red road,
Yellow tears,
White hope,
Nobody wears.

Black sky,
Dead pigeons, bullets fly,
Brown leather,
Doesn’t match a feather.

Green pain
Eyes rain
Amber wounds, kids sad
And you say: not so bad!

The ugliness of war
Looks lovely  
When we see it
Against light!!!