Cursed Night

Cursed Night

Without you what I am, a cursed night?
Who is looking for you, in it’s own darkness
With candles of my dreams, consuming faith
And eyes of a fagged, shrieking mad wolf
Who is running to horizons, you disappeared from
Walking bare-feet on the edges of dreams and promises

Every face of deception is even more darker now
Everyone is seeing himself in others, deceptive
Since then people questioning the stories of our love
With stones in their fists and hatred adorned hearts
Stories of romantic dances bare-feet in the moonlight
Sleepless people are gazing the skies in search of us

Night and moon, the lullabies of their nights are dumb
Stars are worthless without the rays of moonlight
The endless darkness is as long as my fear
Fulfill the pledges and shower my dark world, moonlight
Let me envelop you in love and heavenly dreams
Will you come ? And let every grain dance again in your shade?

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Agitated Love

Agitated Love

Agitated i am,
to hold your hand,
and to take all you woes.

Agitated i am,
to fulfill your dreams,
and to deliver you my happiness.

Dreams and Fear,
Dreams, i have weaved,
Fear, you have inside.

Lets share each other smile,
and get lost in our laughs.

Let the storm come,
Let we be mountains of eternal peace.

Let the world look into our eyes,
and see the beautiful portraits of our heavenly world.

Oh Beautiful!
Lets carve a world of our dreams,
Let me write our Saga with the eminent ink of our love.

Oh Love!
Lets fall asleep in the whispering tones of each other.
In the warmth of our love.
In the deepness of eyes.

Let me be in peace! !
In the scents of your physic,
In the darkness of your hairs,
In the deepness of your love,
In the dark shadows of you.

Let your shadow be my swinging cradle,
Let your whispering breaths be my lullabies,
Your presence is patting my soul,
Your warmth god’s presence for me.
Let the swans sing for us

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A Cursed Paradise- Kashmir

A Cursed Paradise- Kashmir

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City of saints
Is mourning again
Dark shaded blood
Reflecting on leaves
Of chinar, in the graveyard
Of our dreams.

Our dreams sobbing
In the lacerating edges
Of barbarous razor wire.
Wars in every street
Is all we have,
bullets and stones
Are we crawling from
Murder of innocence
Is the title of lullabies
Mornings are heart wrenching
And nights are never-ending

Laps and bosoms
Carry an ocean of tears
Hearts and eyes
Are screaming untold stories
Mountains and skies
Are imbibing the cries
Every new born child
Is cursed in this lost paradise.

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Madman of my Streets

Madman of my Streets

Ask that madman of my streets
Who narrates tales in the language
Of laughs and perplexing words
Which an obtuse like me never gets.
Ask him ! The Secret of Living and
The story of his unanswered laughs.

Are his laughs omens of happiness
Or he has learned the art of carving?
Beauty out of miseries and sorrows.
Which are ominous to us somehow !
Mysterious is every emotions on his face
Scattering Laughs through the dried lips

He has lost the masks which are a part of us
And is carrying naked face with chapped feet
He rests on the banks of loneliness like we are
In a crowded festival of love and deception
Is the world of peace and laughs deception to him ?
Or his every laugh is the cry of helplessness ?

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