The same tips of grass that use to kiss me
when we laid under the open sky
making wishes and dreams
now pinches me like needles
bursting all those little bubbles
of hope that I carry.

I have so many stories to tell to the world yet I have so little time. My whole life may be spent but it won't be enough for me to pour out the tales I have known.
Maybe if someday I die, you can come and sit by my grave and listen to all those untold tales.
Life or death cannot contain my words. I was born to spill words into this world and I will always do that. Always.

I've traveled the whole universe and what lies ahead just by looking into your eyes. They are dark but glittering with the secrets and wonders.
I've tasted the enchantment that sets a soul free as I kissed your lips and kept on kissing. You spilled all your spells as we exchanged our souls.
I've escaped my body and wandered in the land of the wanderers where you feed me with love that I had never known before.

Now I am lost, for I don't know my way back from the wonderland to the thorns where I once belonged.

He was the child kissed by the devil himself
whereas she was sent down from the heaven.
When combined, they extinguished the fire of the hell
and burned the wings of the angels.

The shadows of the hell called them saints
whereas in heaven they were known as sinners.

Last night before going to bed, I wrote my diary and wished upon every star in the sky to help me decide what to do.
Last night I had a dream and I swear the face that I saw was no one else but you.

She took her clothes off and stepped into the hot bath tub. The water when touched her skin, scrapped off the dust. The naked flesh of the wounds stung but the pain was sweet. For hours she tried to drown herself in the tub of her sins.
The water may have cleaned her but all those fragment oils could not remove his scent from her skin.

In the dark abandoned street of Swat
He stood there holding a wrecked doll
Nowhere in that familiar scenery
There was a place to call his home.

The shadows of the death surrounded him
There was no sight of a shooting star
Standing in the ruins of his own life
He whispered, "But why war?"

They say it will make the world better
They say it is for the sake of peace
With so much bloodshed and destruction?
Liars! It's all for their ****** greed!

Prejudice,
Power,
Pride.
I feel pity on humans
For such desires.