Sing me those songs that bring me
tears ,
Play every note and make it clear
For with every drop my pain doth
wear
So play , oh yes please play my dear
And let it pierce me like a spear
Till every tear in me is steered
To flow without shame nor fear .

Play me a movie
One with an epic setting
And emotional scenes
That leave me tearing .

Make me cry please
Like that, some of my pains are
eased .
Maybe you should try crying it out
and see .

~~

*Once, I was a hard sand stone
Neither had I made a tune nor a tone
I had broken after a strong shock wave
From a waterfall, I had fallen into a pothole but could not settle

After I was moving with a long stream as a rolling stone
Now I have no edge but only passing a phase
A few days ago, I discovered myself as a grain of sand
And day by day, I have been drowning beneath the ocean

~~

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Why do we seek to do and be what
others approve ?
When our hearts crave for what it
loves
Crave to be with the moon and
stars above ,
Or fly like a lovely untamed white
dove
And dance to the pure rhythm of
nature ' s groove .
Thus in this misplaced quest , what
we have we lose .

Slowly , now , we are crawling
In a quest for a place more homely.
Slowly , slowly still crawling
Towards that place we spent our
whole childhood dreaming .
A place filled with laughter from
fulfilled dreams.
Life just whispered in my ears
" Why do you bear this much fear ?
Cast your mind beyond now and
here
And you see what beauty life drips
here and there,
Beauty plenty enough for all to
have a share " .

Finally we have found a place,
That place with true solace
Where our laughters brilliance
Collides with the mid- day' s sun -
rays
Spilling happiness and brightening
our hitherto sad faces .
At last the moment is come
No more wear from an endless
roam
Smile and merry for now we are
home
In joy and songs , dance and drums
Express your hearts newly found
freedom .

Love most have died centuries ago
She died with Juliet and Romeo
Now her bones lay dust infested
Romeo's to the left
Juliet's to the right.
Wishing they discussed,
Try to figure out how it all turned sour.

If love is dead,
Who or what are we then?
Excavators, that's who we are
Digging furiously, who cares how far
The grave of the duo love birds must be near
Find it, find love at its undiluted sphere.

Enveloped in this fantasies box
Love becomes no more than a hoax
Love is what it is
A beautiful broken bike if you please
Its too dangerous to ride
Yet no choice but the ride
So if you must, put on your safety gear.

Love does not live inside TVs
Nor magazines
She has left the internet and movies
She now lives in the simplicity of you and I.

You may have looked too hard
Yet you still can't find.
This you must figure out
You are looking in the wrong sites.

Soldiers sown in the field
And bodies usually are the yield
Bodies of strangers , friends and
colleagues
Leaving survivors with long lonely
monologues
Rendering life without taste or feel.

In this clash of elephants
The casualties include animals ,
civilians , even infants.
That is to say but the least .
Vultures gather in circles to feast
On the remains of once beautiful
living beings .

Where then is the profit of war ?
When rebuilding cost so much
more
Both humanly and materially .