I wanted everything in my life in the shape of round

Just past late midnight and asked meWhat was the wrong did you do?Being baffled and confused I remained silentAnd kept looking blank for a momentThen I closed my eyes to tell him the truthBut I did not as I fear he would not come againTo listen to me what is kept unexpressedMy young age is…

More than the revolution of BolshevikBlood will be shed in the Middle EastTo replace each evil with goodEach good with betterAnd finally each better with the bestMore blood will spill in the sand dunes of the desertsNot for the struggle of the internal peopleBut for the evils who invite the outsider devilsTo kill the true…

proud of ourreason and logicbut the crux of thematter is that in factthere are no such things!Wisdom is our capital butit can not run the businessof the baffling life, ever fastchanging historical knowledgeis our power but can not drive thevehicle unknown which moving fast,randomly, there is no static truth or thetruth straight but the biggest…

i played down all whatever cameas advices in my way to keep me upsafe and protectedfrom the claws of demonsuntil dangers and all sorts of vicesgriped me from all arounddown, down, downat the bottombefore I cool my mindand became a wiseand that too came not before I becamethe mother of a childnow I fully understandwhy…

But to me it is to disbelieveRather than to have a belief uponIdeas and notions which lower my dignityAnd curtail my freedomIn the journey of my lifeFrom the time I am born till I go to grave

Have the stones gone soft or our hearts grown into damp woodCould we not bring that spark which we used to have in our hug ,Where gone those passions rich and glowing, could not we renewThem again? The wind is very harsh now and nights are nasty cruel.Where is the raw smell of the roses…