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His spacious heart
is brimmed with
unspeakable grief now.
It can be soothed
where in this land of felony?
The desolated gardens
of his emotions
wear a blazed and a parched look.
What they can appeal
other than the showers of your compassion?
The shadows of despondency
run in tandem to his unpropitious walk.
It can be sliced
by what other than
your luminous company?
You are the only obstinacy of his naivety,
baffles death on your hope,
your arrival can
set free his baked soul.

Will not you come..? ? ?
Saw In a dream last night
A beautiful damsel
Whose eyes were bright
Like the stars in twilight

She looked at me
And I looked at her
Amazing was the whole scene
And the day too was serene

The nightingale was singing on a tree
And was encouraging me
So were humming honey bees
And singing birds on the trees

On the damsel’s red lips
The butterflies were dancing a dance
Flowers were her lips
The butterflies understood wrong

Coming close, she said to me
She was in love with me
Sweat came on my face
As her voice was filled with grace

I kissed her hand
Then we both sat down on sand
Where we started to talk
Near a huge rock

I saw myself in her eyes
Where I thought it is wasn’t wise
To give the heart to the lady
Who belongs to a fairyland

But she embraced me
Wept and assured me
I truly love thee
As a flower loves a bee

The girl was going to say
Things that would make me gay
But the birds called me
Day has dawned, don’t you see
Without you o, I
A river without water
A flower without fragrance
A body without soul

My heart and my liver
Like the two hot rocks
Lying aloof in a dried river
Under the unbearable hot rays of the sun

Your memories
Come like the sea waves
Striking strongly against the shores
And break down the stones into pieces

My endless ****** tears
Flow like the jehlum
Expressing my helplessness
and my misery

My days without you
No better than dark nights
And for me the beautiful moon
Is like the hot sun at noon
I with- tied legs
Like a leg tied horse
Try always to see you
But fall down at every step

Amongst the poisonous snakes
In a dark jungle you live now
And I a tortured and troubled soul
Always cry and pray for a visit

I exist
When you exist
I breathe
When you breathe
 Dec 2015 Perveiz Ali
A Lopez
I'm a murderer
I've stabbed my own heart.
I'm a thief
I've stolen my own happiness.
I'm a liar
I've told myself how much better things would be.
I'm a slothful woman
I fell asleep.
I'm greedy
I've eaten my own pain.
I'm hungry
Just not for sin again.
His canvas face painted with his passions.
His color-saturated voice yearning to connect with the black and white of me.
A blissful creation reflecting the depth of his creator.
White-washed walls drawing me in
as they are filled with the meticulous strokes of
his thoughts.
A child of science enchanted by this masterpiece.

- By E. Zurales
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Work your life away
Then happily rest your weary soul
Upon your dying day
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