Truth is paradise. It leads men's souls to an island alone.

igloos of burning reveries
we hid in to save ourselves
it was a simpler time, indeed
but for a greater cost, to bleed
our emotions for a fast high
it was a lasting paradise
but for a hastened goodbye
to send off our love, again
into the wild blue yonder

no, i won't pretend to know
just how it all seems
i only hope we'll meet again
in another dream

I speak inside my brain
and then my heart replies.
I've lived my life as the rain
falling down from the vacant skies.
I told you that I loved you
and truer words were never spoken,
but how much can one person do,
when paradise is broken?

I turn my back on memories
but they still slap me in the face,
the emotions get the best of me
when I'm standing in the wrong place.
I told you that I'd keep you dry
even though I myself was soakin'
but how hard can one person try
when paradise is broken?

The pastel colours were fake,
except the black and white,
I shaded it all for the sake
it was not pleasing to my sight.
In every single dream I drown,
I always give up on that fight,
until I'm buried in the ground
I'll dream that struggle every night.

Heaven is over occupied
they stopped letting just any folk in,
and purgatory is mystified
'cause paradise is broken.

I long for the free birds
with their hazardous flapping wing
and the way they spin their words
into gentle songs we sing.
I told you I was missing my mind
I just could never rope it in,
how much can one person find
when paradise is broken.

The pastel colours were fake,
except for the black and white,
I needed the blue for a lake,
and the red for the ****** fight.
In every dream I'm alone,
I try to change that with all my might,
you spoke aloud in a wrong tone
but atleast the words were right.

Heaven is over occupied
I wish I never had woken,
and Hell is now justified
cause paradise is broken.

You own; each beat from my chest, both lungs and every breath,
what I have and all the rest,
my life until my death.

I want to be in a love like this forever.
With your eyes grazing my skin,
Following your circling fingertips.
You touch me in a way, so delicately,
So lovingly, like you actually care.
Your kisses that you place on my forehead
As I’m drifting off into paradise
Remind me what spring love is supposed to look like.
The grass under my toes pull me into the present
While we dance across the lawn with our hands intertwined.
Butterflies zig zag across my vision and you spin me around.
The music drowns out all of our other problems.
And life feels beautiful.
When I’m in my sundress and
You’re watching me from our picnic blanket
You tell me you love me, and my heart begins to flutter.
The last days of cold are erased by your beautiful laugh
The warmth of sunlight and the soft cool breeze
Further pushes our passion and solidifies our feelings.
You grip my waist and lift me into the air.
Time feels rosy and fair, while the birds chirp and call.
With no real agenda, without the controlling menace of time.
We hold hands and spend the afternoons enjoying the bliss.
The newly bloomed flowers and reappearance of green
Feels like a long awaited, highly anticipated surprise
As does our relationship.
We take in the pink skies together,
Hoping we will never have to say goodbye,
Affectionately kissing one another.
Knowing this is a time we will always miss.
Spring, is a time for new beginnings.
It is the perfect time, for a love like this.

Life is nothing but a dream,
When each day rays of beam,
Showers us with joy and sorrow,
Not knowing what is tomorrow.
Does life end after death?
No, I have Faith,
Our conscious and spiritual existence continues,
Those are my views.
Life gives you a chance,
Your hereafter to enhance,
Prepare for the trials of the grave,
Your good deeds,save
Do your best,
So you have no regrets.
On your Creator,have Faith and gratitude,
Keep the right attitude.
Add to your list modesty,
Kindness and charity,
Prayers and honesty,
Be truthful and simple,
Donate ample.
Always pray,abstain from sins,
Your countdown begins,
Death beckons,
Decides your visa for hell or heaven.
Life spent in vices,
You have no  choices,
For death will be excruciatingly  painful,
Your soul will be wrenched,if sinful
But, Your death will be gentle,
If to Allah you had been dutiful.
The grave will be your abode of hereafter.
For evil doer your grave will be your House of Loneliness,
Squeezed to narrowness.
For good doer,
Your hereafter,
Will be your Garden Of Paradise.

It’s high time, high tide
we push the boats out


a stone   ’   s throw away


my arm gets stronger
and everything
gets further and further