The day i apologize with a rose,
Rose burn into ashes,
Heart broke as a glass scattered its pieces everywhere,
I apologiz'd .. Oh unkind,
I exclaim'd,
She expose'd.
The day i apologize with a chocolate,
Chocolate melt'd and unshape'd,
Mind struck'd as house fly caught in  web fibric,
I apologize'd .. She asset her goal,
I exclaime'd,
She expose'd.

It's Dusk, See The Sun Is Burning,
And The Flames Of It Burning The Sky Too.
Sun "Why" Asked I.
"That's My Part Of Job, And I Am Done For Today"
Sun Glared At Me.
It's The Moon Who Has To Come Next To Heal  Burnt Sky.

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We Born From The Same Womb,
Thou Excerpt Of A Man,  I Of A  Bearded Man.
Though Thou And I, Obeyed His  Commandment.
His Order Of  Embryonic Execution.
Both Of Us Brought Up Distinguishably,
Grasped Same Preaching.
Its Fornication Or Infidelity, Are Falsity.
And To The Name of the lord Thou and I, Assassinated Humanism.
This Is Our Deeds, This Is How Thou And I
Exaggerating, What Doesn't Exist
Till The Matured Bump
Was Thou A Catholic Or Jew ?
He Is The Father, Who's Creed Is Followed.
Neither Thou Worship A False GOD Nor I.
He Is  The One Who Witnesses The Existence Of
Thou, I And This Universe.

© Danish Zia

Sun Revolves Half Of Me And The Light Shrunk.
Time Pass Thy Thought.
I Ironed The Crease,
And The Dusk Faded Away.
I Sleepophlic, I Biblophilic,
One Is The Crush, One Is The Lover.
One Lust For, Another Yearn.
I Ceded All.
Pulled My Wardrobe, What I Saw, That I Wore.
Locked My Belongings, There Behind The Door.
Heart Met Mind.
Appeared Itself In Off White Maroon.
The Ongoing Tranquil Gaze Aspire Me,
I Persue The Gaze.
Mind Kept Capturing The Moment,
Oh ! Obliterated My Soul,
What I Profit, If I Gain The Whole World, And Loss My Soul.
My Soul Exceeding Sorrowfulness.
Jesus"It's Thy Heart,Thy Mind, Thy Body, That Die,
It's Thy Soul, Which Live Forever, Either In Hell or Heaven.

© Danish Zia

That Glowing Eyes Back To Black Rims, Those Big.
Round Fair Face With No Flaws.
Her Chin A Little Bend.
Long Hair, That Crimson Thread
To Her Waist.
Oh Silly Ol' Me,
She Isn't Mine.

One Mesmerizing Beauty, One Day.
I Met A Lady, In The Shades Of Darks
Who That Lady, Mysterious Word For A Poet
She The Lady Is The Efficacy Of Poet's Writing, Now.
Lady, She Isn't Womanly  As Others.
She Dont Love Donuts, She Dont Love Cakes.
Lady, She Isn't Selfsame As Others.
Being With Her, Brings A Tremendous Breath.
Intoxication Is Her Voice, My Sleep Is Attuned Of.
I Drowse In The Laps Of Her Tunefullness.
In Euphony  Of The Lady's Voice, I Stay Whole Night.
Lyricism Of Her Soothing Voice Makes Me Sleep,
I Wake With The Melody Of Lady's Voice.
After Dusk, Lady And I
Hand In Hand , We  Walk In Dark.
Oh ! Head On My Shoulder, We Talk In Dark.
I Brought A Rose, And The Droplets Graced Those Feeble Petals,  Florist Smile Soothed Me.
Its First I Gave A Rose To A lady.
She"Its First  I Accepted A Rose By A Men"
The Rose Was More Beautified In The Hand Of My lady.

© Danish Zia

Alots Of Imaginations, Alots Of Tales.
I Am A Writer, I Do Write.
But Being A Poet, Why Don't I Have Words To Carve My Craving On The Sheets.  
The Worst I Write,  The More Astonishing That Becomes.
Am I Same As Rest Of The Writers Or A Bit Different.
I Never Read Shakespeare, Neither John Keats.
How I Turn to Write,
I Don't Know That.
Is That In My Blood ?

An Uncertain Movement Of Her Subtle Body,
A Tussle Between Her ****** Wrinkles And Eyes
Arose A Dilemma On My Face.
A Mess Of Me, A Mess Of My Past
Varnished And Paint White,
Symbolise My Submission For Her White Attire.
My Fingers Trussed In Her Straight Hair
And Heart In Pearl Of Left Ring Finger.

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