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Truth shall set you free!
Truth shall always set you free, even if you are a prisoner of your heart. Well especially if you are a prisoner of your heart
The False Promise
There is a promise of rain on the trembling lips of dawn;
the wind is mildly flavoured with a faint hint of petrichor
Oh how my heart rejoices, the rare prospect of respite;
oh how my heart trembles, may be the promise of a whore
The Communication of Silence
There was a communication of silence;
a silence louder than any chaos
Their eyes asked if their dreams had any chance of fulfillment;
if it was possible for life to give them a pleasant surprise
My heart wanted to say yes for I have a human heart which feels;
my eyes said no for they have seen too much of life to believe in miracles
The Exhausted Wizard of Hope
A distant possibility he used to dream;
a hazy perception of a prospect of them
Hope and light were easy to be found;
for they just had to look at the horizon
The birthplace of sun and its golden halo;
a miracle lighting up their small world
The June Morning
Fly away little birdie
Fly away little birdie and fly you must;
fly away from all this stinking pile of shit
You have to escape this all right now;
before you take an ill-fated and fatal hit
Feelings are needles, sharp and poisonous;
emotions squirm like snakes in a dark pit
Crawl out of the trench you dug yourself;
before your will surrenders and throat is slit
The Most Beautiful of All Sunsets over Lahore
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Hope is often silent
Magic is in the Air
