Sand bore treesBut there stood menAnd before they fell on their knees,They lived seven eternities A mirage was chasedAnd dignity was reduced to the grains of sandCould have faced the truthIt was just sand Then the sea,it rose to me,And asked meDid I want to win another eternity? (function(d){ var js, id = ‘facebook-jssdk’; if [...]

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The roses I stole:p In whose sighs did I lose my breath?Moon lost, who did it want to hold in it’s arms?Arms that were designated a bearer and an owner even before genesisCreation; eyes which claimed the rest of the existence is uselessIt is useless for me to lament over passionIt acknowledged me as it’s [...]

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I saw a man conversing with God one night.“Everything new turns old.I saw, I knew, I was born with sight.”Must have been born with sight but not insight.“What they have will remain in sight.What I have, I will take and turn it to gold.” “A lamp was lit,How shall I hide light!”Do keep six feet [...]

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The concrete moon has come.But has dawned upon another balcony.Tired, just went to sleep.Nothing to embelish dreams with.Nothing to over which to weep.After one eternity,Woke up to believeMust have slumbered a hundred,Or three hundred and nine years.All that was left were two stones.One was pain and the other was death.Then I swallowed them with my [...]

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Sualiha ali: She is my oldest friend. I got to know her before I got to know myself. she used to call my mum “ami”, we used to bathe together and have endless sleepovers and play stupid pretend games which I admit I used to create. (I showed signs of creativity at a very young age;p) Our [...]

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