I smile in,to let you be happy,
While I suffer the sorrow...
I make you feel full when I'm torn into half, when I'm internally hollow...
I let you shine all bright,
and try to light up myself with your brightness, from a smoke turning into a shadow...

Why is it that I suffered,
Why was I too attached?
Despite knowing; that place wasn't my home,
And was soon supposed to be detached.
    Why did I give a special place to those people then,
When, I knew this pain would have been obvious,
The separation from the people there would create a storm in me disastrous.
    Why do I treat anyone else with the utmost endearment I have,
And get attached everywhere with everyone easily.
   This weakness falls too heavy on me each time,
And leaves another wound on this wounded heart deeply...

Know that you are wonderful,
If someone points you low.
Know that you're unique,
Not a commoner within the flow.
Some people just can't see others being in a better state,
Know; thats the only reason to you for them to underestimate.
Let the haters do their work, so that you could too find your true friends.
Just aim towards your success,
Because through this is what your hater offends.

From the river to the sea,
Palestine will be free.
We want no death, we want no violence
But test us once, we won't show tolerance.
We value all lives,
Because all lives matter
We held our courage high,
We won't let it shatter.
Test us one or test us all,
We stand united and we won't fall.
We value the lives no matter he or she,
from the river to the sea
Palestine SHOULD be free!

Will you put flowers in my grave
If I die today?
If I get expired on the date of living in this world,
Will anyone remember the times spent with me?
Or will they still ignore my death as they did to me.
I would be sleeping there alone in the darkness hearing to all the cries and all the smirks people would dedicate me.
But I will go quite,
Melting away in the midst of silence forever,
Even if I would have to say a lot of things as response.
Perhaps, I will be suffering inside there too not being able to stand beside my loved ones,
And not being able to wipe their tears.
My body will just rot away with the soil there
And my soul will have to return to its new home...

I feel to hold onto you tight,
Fight with you all time
And spend merely talking to you the whole night.
   Not because I love you,
Or nor because I want you
   But its like, you, could soothe the pains in my heart
And could heal some wounds of my past,
Perhaps, your the one who could give me new memories,
   Which would ever last...

Our love isn't your matter to discuss about,
Whether is fake or real.
Anybody says it or not,
We know its ethereal.
Its more than real but not a full perfection
But no doubt its ineffable,
And a lot more than your"objection".

What will a broken heart break again,
  And how will the paralysed part ever feel the pain...