The prophet was crying
The leader angel was ordered to ascend

He asked," your God asked you
Why do you cry?"
(The God knew why did he do!)

Mohamad said," my nation, my nation"
Do you know?
Mohamad feared on his nation

He said," my example between me and you
As the man made a fire
And the flies fly around

They wanted to get into
The prophet tried to prevent
But they escaped

They fell into
So he cried

The God answered,"
In the meaning of the talk
We will not humiliate

You at your want"

Hush!

Stop all.

Breathing,
Returning,
Repeating.

Variance.

Crowded exploration,
Yellow expectation.

Collision.

They didn't stall.

Ambulance;
Deadly trance.

Crawl.

she was a warrior,
fighting every demon against her,
she never learnt to bow before pain,

she was an artist,
painting happiness in everyone's life,
pouring love even when her own heart was experiencing rain,

she was a healer,
curing every sick heart,
just by touch of her gentle hand,

she was a lover,
loving every moment of her life,
the blooming flowers as well as the grains of sand......

the night told me,
what the sun couldn't

if my poetry can describe how much i love you,
all the pages in world can never be enough......

your love are the wings,
with help of which my heart flies........