I collect stones from the places I visit. It's like a bargaining thing. I give that place some part of my soul, a sweet memory and in return I keep a stone.
I like to believe that when I'll be gone, these stones on my grave will guide you to all the places I have ever been to so you can visit them and hear tales about me from the winds of different lands.

I design our wonderland
in the gaps
between the words
that I scribble down
on nights when the moon
is drunk as well.

And I found My God in the words I wrote.

Pick up your brushes
and paint me
into a complicated
piece of art.

and I cried more than you ever loved me.

Tell me which building should I go to pray?
For I am a nameless wanderer in search of Him.

You'll crave my warm kisses
in your empty bed.
And your sheets will always carry
my tempting scent
Surely I won't be there but
I'll be a sweet memory in your head
rescuing you every time
you end up losing yourself.
So darling tell me again,
Can I be your summer's love
and winter's regret?

I want someone who can make me
feel better than I do
when I write poetry.

I don't want stars to be named after me
or children reading my tales in history.

I just want to leave a mark
somewhere
or maybe on someone
that will
be immortal,
shifting great things
silently.

She had a chaotic mind
yet
he found peace in her.

My body does not mind you leaving
cause it will find someone else
to fulfill it's hunger
and will forget you eventually.

But

My soul has been mourning since that day
cause it cannot be touched again
by anyone for it will lose
it's purity.

Words
break people.

And

Here I am,
using them to
fix
myself.

I see all these people around
broken, trying to fix
themselves in different ways.
From drugs to
stranger's bed.
Everyone is busy in
fixing themselves.
They succeed in hiding the scars
in the daylight
but little do they know
that the scars glow
in the darkness of
drunk and lonely nights.

If you are going to love me,
Let me warn you darling
I am not an easy person to love.
I am a ticking bomb
that can explode anytime, anywhere
so it's going to be really tough.

If you are going to love me,
Let me warn you my love,
I may love you back to the fullest
but one day
you'll wake up
and you'll see a stranger in your bed.
A stranger who will make you
hate me
for the same reasons why
you want to fall in
love.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to feel loved.
I wanted to look pretty and make a lot of friends.
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be so many things
I wanted to be an astronaut and an archaeologist.
When I was a little girl, I wanted to feel loved.

But

Now that I have grown up,
I realize,
looks and friends are nothing but a deception
and dreams are just dreams
that always remain the same.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to feel loved.

Now that I have grown up,
I wish I had never tasted
the forbidden fruit.

Let's go on a walk sometime,
you and me
down the dusty road
that leads to my place.
We'll talk for once
or maybe the first time actually
so that
at the end of our encounter
you realize
how wrong you are honey.

If fear was replaced by love,
All the religions would have merged.

They think that alcohol has replaced my blood.
Fools they are who only consider wine to get drunk.

And when I'll be questioned
on the last day,
I'll tell how I loved
all His men.
For He many forgive me
but I can't expect
anything
from them.

You're not born with any religion
But
a pure heart
that only holds
a place
for
God.

All the great men talk about the wrath of God
but only a few dare to mention His love.

Whisper the unknown feelings into my soul
as I'll drown in
the melting glaciers
of my
heart.

Your body is not just a container for your souls; it is something more than that.
Your body is a place to worship for the saints; it should be clean and pure.
Your body is a hell for the sinners; it should be burning.
Your body is a beautiful memory for the forgotten; it should be colorful.
Your body is a home to the lost; it should be warm and polite.
Your body is a paradise for the messed up; it should be peaceful.
Your body is a fire for the daring; it should be wild.
Your body is a maze for the wanderers; it should be full of wonders.
Your body is a torch for the blind; it should be a guide.


But.


At the end of the day,


Your body is all you have and it should be yours.

I see the moon as something
more than just a huge ball in the sky.
I see the starts as something
more than just twinkling lights.

They tell me I am a misfit
who sees things differently.
I guess they are the blind ones
trapped in their own bodies.

"Count", I whispered in his ear. "Count till there are no numbers left and your tongue hangs in the mid air to find something to speak. Count till your brain turns numb trying to search numbers to count. Count till you believe that there's no ending, no final destination to reach. Count till you lose yourself in the maze of the never ending numbers
Count because the last number that you'll count will be where you'll meet me."

"I am yours." he whispered as he kissed me to prove
But her taste on his lips told a more bitter truth.

And when the storm came
I crashed into myself
like the ocean waves.

She was just another tragedy
that everybody stayed away from
yet everybody loved to read.

They ask me,
"What is love to you, young one?"
I cringe as I whisper,
"A fear from which I run."

Under those cold sheets
I mapped my whole world
on his skin.

"You don't play fair."
"I know I don't.
Neither does life. Or death.
Or anything that's beyond it or was before it."

I want to discover the mysteries of the universe and what lies beyond.
I want to float with the stars and find my home.
Somewhere out there where I truly belong.
Somewhere out there where lives my soul.

Let's all play the blame game
like little kids play 'tag you're it.'
I'll blame you.
You blame someone else.
We'll blame till we're all culprits.
But that's another problem
For we'll all be equal.
**** now that ***** as well.
How can we all be the same?
Because if we did then
who will be left to blame?

The icicles were melting
I knew they were
But what I didn't know was
that one night a whole glacier will melt down
And I'll be stuck between the choice
to climb back up to the top
or
stay under the ground.

If there was no heaven and no hell,
then would have people been the same
as they are now?
wearing masks and pretending to be
something they are not?

"I want to live just once.", I whispered to my own shadow one lonely night.
"I want to live once and taste freedom on the tip of my tongue. I want the fire of determination to burn inside me and keep me warm on a cold night like this instead of the cigarette that I smoke. I want to taste the stinging love as it rolls down my throat, tensing every muscle in my body, and please me with the pain. I want to feel loved till I evaporate into million particles and float away with the winds of summer. I want to smile so hard that my cheeks hurt and my heart explode as I drink the poison of happiness from the hands of my own life. I want to break down and cry like a thunderstorm that takes everything down with it. And once that all is done, I want to face death. I want to look into its eyes as it makes love with me one last time. I want to feel death holding me close before taking me with it forever into the land from where no one can ever return. "
"I just want to live once", I whispered to my shadow as it disappeared with the last flicker of the burning candle.

"What is Heaven? What is Hell?"
"Two different names for one place; Home."

The winds whisper to me the song of the dead
bits and pieces from the valleys and forests.
It's beautiful yet tragic that makes my heart ache
for every lost soul that's wandering like I am.

He has an ache to be something,
a fire inside him that's burning.
He's struggling for the unknown.
He sees no future, he sees no hope.
Still he's struggling for an undefined goal.
And it may sound stupid and seem vain
but trust me when I tell you that he's going to make it.
Someday, maybe not today.
But someday he'll be known by his name;
the guy who never gave up,
a guy who earned it.
A guy who did it even when he turned blind.
A guy who surpassed everything with a smile.

He's struggling
and he'll emerge as the first ray of light
that sends away the darkness
giving the little bud a new life.

So many different phobias in this world
and here I am
scared of you.

Let's break all the rules and laws of this society
and grow old with creative minds and young hearts
living in the worlds created by our demons
without the fear of getting lost or falling apart.

Every person has a personal hellhole
where they hide under the sheets of dark
and share their sorrows with the unknown.
A place where they feel welcomed when
the whole world seems to fall apart.
A place where all the depressed and lonely
meet each other with broken hearts.
There's a hellhole that's far away from this world
that feels like heaven despite all the wrath.

Maybe when this is all over
and the children will sleep peacefully at night,
we'll sit around the burning fire that
would be made out of  the bones of the dead
and sing the love songs underneath the open sky
as a tribute to those who have left.

We are just a couple of teenagers
with our dreams wild like our hearts.
We don't go with the flow or according
to the customs of our society.
We live for freedom,
we live for ourselves,
we live for living.
And we'll do everything and
anything that we are told not to.
We'll smoke and get high
We'll run and attempt to fly.
We'll wear our hearts on our sleeves.
Let it break down, break down into a million pieces.
And then we'll search different ways
to mend it and satisfy ourselves with
lies and more wine.
But don't worry for us, we'll survive.
Don't waste your time thinking,
"What are they going to do?"
for we will fall down and rise up again
we'll discover the whole universe
on our own.
So Ma'am, let us go like the summer wind
but never forget us.
We are just a couple of wild teenagers.

Aur kitnay kaffan uthayein gay?
Aur kitnay bichar k jayein gay?
Aur kitnon ki qurbani dei
K ye sanehay khatam hojayein gay?

Aur kitna hum seh payein gay?
Aur kitna khoon bahayein gay?
Aur kitnon ko hum bhool jayein
Tou ye sanehay khatam hojayein gay?

Aur kitna sog manayein gay?
Aur kitnay ansoo bahaein gay?
Aur kitnon ko hum maaf karain
Tou ye sanehay khatam hojayein gay?

Kya hum bhi muskuraein gay?
Kya hum bhi zinda reh payein gay?
Ya hum bhi ab apni jaan de dein
Tou ye sanehay khatam hojayein gay?

How many more? I ask you, how many more?
How many more are we going to sacrifice?
How many more vigils will we light?
How many more poems will I write?
How many more of my country men will die?
How many more hash tags and black displays?
How many more have to pay?
How many more coffins will we lift?
How many more? I ask you, how many more, ******!?
When will this end? When will this stop?
How many more tears will turn into blood drops?
How many more? I ask you, how many more?
Please have some mercy, have some mercy oh God!