The little boy lays on his side
By his TV he is hypnotized
No reason makes him want to rise
He wants to lay there and close his eyes

His life is hard
His body full of scars
The TV is blaring cars
While the boy's future seems as distant as Mars

The tele keeps him happy
The tele calms his mind
The tele keeps the demons away
For he knows no other way to make his day

As he inhales a new breath
He worries about the rest
How much he has left
His bed feeling much like a nest

As he closes his eyes
He thinks about tomorrow
In his bed he lies
Stuck in an inescapable sorrow.

That frolic pronunciation of words
Moving the Tongue in Motion
The Palate has become Smooth
Excess Saliva in the mouth doesn't come
And the melody is made
Without the knowledge of the mind
That is Called the Songs of Heart,
Songs of Freedom
Outburst the Words
Of Love

Find Fascination
Grown the rhythm of life
Where Peacocks unclogging their feathers
The rain drops on the desert
Flowers bloom in hope
Dreams to fly on wings
Seeking Love
There Peacock has found his Peahen

Flowers Spread Fragrances
Music melts into melody,
In words
In Souls
Moving the River into the Sea
And where there is floated
A Fearless
Love Boat
From one end
To the another Horizon
And where we found our lost existence

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At home her mother only notices her if she
hadn't cleaned the puny apartment.
At school she is ignored; invisible.
She has a little brother that she always cares
about because her mother is out smoking
and trying to make money out of unfaithful men.
And as her mother spends all the money
on cigarettes and fake nails and cheap
clothes and hair products, it's all she can
do to stop herself from screaming and crying
out of unbearable hunger. And when kids at
school do notice her, they only criticize.
And when her mom gives her attention, it's
only to tell her to go clean or to grow the **** up.
And when she outstretches a desperate
hand to others for help, they don't see her.
And as her best friend leaves her for
others, she's all alone. So she reaches a desperate
hand to the sky and calls out for help, only
to be met with nothing. So she decides to meet
her beloved Savior, and makes the pain go away.
And as the police find her, they cover her
corpse and wonder why her arms and why her
hands seemed to be desperately reaching towards
*something, anything.

It's always pure fate
To find the one who will be your date
The one who is your soul mate
The one you could never hate

There are a lot of fakes
The ones who are always late
Ones who try to stipulate
And turn you into someone you hate.

When that one is found
Nobody needs to make a sound
It's just something obvious
Nothing needs to be discussed

Your heart skips
And your mind slips
Always thinking of another
More than their own mother

The one will make you feel
A little more than the real deal
Quickly they will help you heal
Together, both are like steel.

Together they resonate true love
High up on the wings of a white dove
Forever locked in an embracing hug
Never to be broken, regardless of challenge

So I say to you
The one who has my heart
My feelings for you are true
Easily expressed by an *"I love you"

Swirling twirling
My life is whirling
My stomach is churning
And my head is spinning

I feel fantastic
The comprehension, nobody has it
My mood is somewhat lactic
Well, without the acid.

Nothing can deter my mood
Not even if, to me, one were rude.
I'd simply look at you
And say "calm down dude."

But alas
I know this feeling will not last
My happiness will not end fast
But like all good things, it will come to an end.

You see, there are demons out there
Nobody knows where
But they always show up
Leaving you like "what the chuck?"

But I'm ready
When they come, my voice shall be steady
My body may be shaking
But my will not breaking

These demons are always on the attack
When you think they're gone, they come back
They come so much I've lost track
And often with some distasteful hack.

But happiness and hope never go away
Like Pandora's Box, there's still hope to show
Everyone is a Pandora's Box
They just need to know.

~~
Sometimes Loudly
Sometimes Silently
Yellow leaves have fallen,
Becoming dry
Pale
Passing through as the grained Sound on the Street

Slowly dark flees across the evenings
What an Illusion!
What Shadows!
Has Shuffled
The Past
Present
Future

Your form that creates metaphors
And what a wonderful feel
Through out its gravity
Night dancing,
When aroma of Night-Queen
Moving in the air,
Plays with the moonlit
As if Reminds
The First love Poem

Has burned within the form
Standing to fascinate
Away, a dense bunch
Of vine Forest
Bored Air moving
Listening the murmur
Of dried leaves
In the passing wind of banner
As if Someone Calling with
My old name

Empty
Restless Heart
Today is the tune that somewhere else
Like a flow
Of a distant river melody,
Surging waves of the attack
In the Strange night of Spring

Continuous grey leaves falling
Falling on the Floor
Whispering the words on the street goes through
What an Illusion!
What Shadows!
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen