the truth Where is the truth In the pages of history Nothing is more deceptive than history History is its own Remained under brokers
By Khalida Parveen4 years ago in Poets
Your promises are bound to last forever Your promises are bound to last forever Lovers are bound by this moment Even the knots attached to the plow get tired
extremist I was convinced that religions They have no relationship I was convinced of their religion Is within the limits of hatred
I'm listening I'm listening The noise of your eyes Sounds dripping from your pores Between the blue lines of your breasts
Darkness lay within me Darkness lay within me Someone was calling me We were somewhere in our heavens Someone was following us
Silence I washed the pen My tongue is locked I closed my eyes Take all the flags tied He strangled the slogans The fabric of feeling
The lamp is extinguished by the hands. Put the star in every pass Take the moon off and put a dark day at its door in my house
To Father's At this moment That you are with me God is close to me I put my head at his feet Forget your shortcomings, misfortunes and foolishness
Loneliness is a strange sort of thing. It creeps up on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, strokes your hair as you sleep.
THE SOUND OF INEVITABILITY When pain lays eggshells on our lives And drains our being that we feel so weak We tend to lean on thoughts that aren't good enough
Tomorrow when I wake up I'll start my day with a smile I'll do the things I wanted to do for a while I'll disclaim my phone
I'M AFRAID What if I let you in, Would you call me harlot?! Would you say that I'm cheap now, Or Maybe I'm wide! What would you call me tomorrow,
