No time for crying
I am dusty as a clock
I keep looking ahead
To playing our broken records

The rains come in buckets
She rests her head on my denims
On an empty street as open as the ocean
The sunset keeps chasing us

But what tomorrow brings
That the autumn leaf turns
And winter's worry plagues me
If summer is dead, what is change, life, love

It’s a dark and chilly outside,
As well as inside my heart.
It time to go to sleep heavy hearted.
I am having a doubt that will I raise tomorrow,
Will there be morning outside with bright sunshine,
Will I be able to look tomorrow?
Now I must slumber in my pillow with bliss and turn off the lamp forever
Maybe I will never leave that pillow now
But I am going to slumber.
Without knowing that whether this night will end Or not.

I hope that this will not be an end of my life.
I hope that I will raise tomorrow and see the glare,
Of that of my heart.
This night will end up soon because
Hope is the greatest faith, isn’t it?

There is a cage
I observe it from my balcony every day
Inside there is a bird
Too beautiful and with the chirping shrill
It seems someone trapped her brutally!
Enduring existence away from the marches of a vast faction of ally
Which she couldn't bear to hide emotions
When I gazed in her eyes
The pain that couldn't be healed!
With the suffering and the pain
On which a fragile how long can remain!
Sometimes she chirrups slowly as the flute of nosogenic tone
And downcast eyes when no one notices her miserable life
There inside the cage, plenty of happiness
As I supposed from the old terrace but
There is an absence of
Independence and a true pleasure
Dreams to fly with the march of ally!
There is a crude who kept her in the cage
He is like a creepy
Crammed with the futile peculiarity,
Inside her mind and heart
She tries to sing a song but
The caged has a fearful trill
No Wonder! How moments of joy isn't still!
Her wings are clipped and her feet are tied,
A bird outside of the cage
Sings a song shrill
With the cool gentle breeze
She follows her dream
Singing on the trees to the street
With a ray of sunshine
She tumbles to fight with the dark,
I observe the two birds
Always with intriguing wit and eyes
One caged and
Another flying freely
I hear both the nosogenic tone and the chirpings pleasant
Sometimes I wonder to my life
And I find always bound
With the shackles
And the nuisance of some who don't belong to my present, future and past!
Like the bird caged
Inside the bleak path full of dark
The dreams I dreamt
Through my eyes
They decide to put shackles on the wing,
There remains a bird and a fragile
One caged inside the cage another in the societal life
There may be some solution
I didn't get through it
But
There lie a passion and willingness
And I have a shackles
As she has a cage
The bird identifies me as an identical soul
Tries to confront
And shows compassion
But there is a space
In between us
A lengthy and the vast
And the wingless
We both
Downcasting our gazes
Smashed with the expectations
We both shuts
Our door beneath the profound sky!
©Amir Raza

Round n round
this earth

Putting flags in the ground
never enough work

When you gotta get it now
only thing that’s certain
is my mind on money piles
and my heart left deserted

Because this climb gets pretty wild
but at least when they close my curtain
and I float up to the clouds.

My love will have a purpose
several generations down.

Walking on a brisk fall morning,
I noticed the leaves had fallen.

The colors were beautiful,
What a time that nature decided to fall.

Looking out at the sea of leaves,
One tree stood before a tragic eve.
A storm that had blown all the precious leaves,
forced Mother Nature to grieve.

What could one do when all hope was lost.

Later on,
a warm fall evening,
I dare not say,
as I felt my mind was blown away.

I thought, why must the beautiful fall?
I looked up at the tree,
and saw one last leaf that still had yet to fall.

What are we?

There is so much confusion
Even when one stares
Into a field
But yet that much clarity
As what is seen above us
Performs a dance
And clouds move as holograms
That curate themselves
Colored icing emerges from mixed figures

They are the hope
In a faith that is not always visible
The breadth in my heart without words to brace
Or images to pray to
Kneels behind shadows of ineffable affliction
These feelings are not to be explored
But they must be observed
They must be heard in the midst of pain and horror for what we go through as human beings...

It emerges in my mind
And hits my body in bursts
As I dream past my days
And try to breathe… that is justified
When I interact with others
It doesn’t always hurt
But it causes the unknown to bring
With it an
Ease when I hear what they say
If they mean it
Less anxious.. That is.. and I believe them
I want to trust in people
I want to love, want to understand
But often don't know
The avenue that leads to
Comprehending
The desire to connect
Is but a passage in time
That only the images above can be content with
The color of cells
On a body of skin
Akin to a body of water
Melts over  
Me like a flaming candlestick in the dim

The flame uplifts with a strength stronger than the desire to know how.. or why...

There are no limitations

on how far people can go
and no boundaries
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that couldn't be crossed