Sceneries seem to make people wander in them, Though nothing stands in front of the night. Lost in darkness, the only light is the shining stars,
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Poets
It said money can’t buy love, Neither can you gain it through shove, For this is something precious, Though not taken seriously will turn to be acrimonious,
Behind the jail the love remains The true of your spine still touchable Behind the gates the darkness turns gray But your lies haven't gone, still attached here.
Lord where did I go wrong? This road being too long, I never heard this before but now it came, Striking hard and harder like wrestling game,
I tried to keep this feeling at bay, But it just won't obey. It winds itself into the intricacies of my heart And leaves me gaping and torn apart.
I think it's beautiful How people fall in love and Preach about their exceptional quality rather than looking at the inferior part of their life,
These days, everybody thinks they're real. Some act real in front of others, But they know that they're otherwise. Some act real in front of others,
She makes her way into the garden, With an empty basket in her hand, She plucks one flower from each row, And a rose lying in the gilded sand,
running away from the world of hatred, and trapped myself in the trap of love, found yourself, like a star, brightest among all.
Eyes look like, You Will dislike, I want to enjoy alone, Without burdens, Calling everyone darling. Freedom of my heart,
Contemptuous of his home beyond The village and the village pond, A large-souled Frog who spurned each byeway, Hopped along the imperial highway.
Know if I die young, I will be sorry for the disappointment, Sorry for breaking your hearts, Sorry for welcoming your tears too early,
