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The Song of Solace

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A poem for the wounded child inside every grown heart.

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

you have so many enemies and friends, none

Tell me how the world trampled your dreams,

and tell me how the time stifled your screams

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

you have lost so much time; nothing has been done

Tell me how the words broke your heart,

and tell me how the taunts acted like a poisoned dart

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

shed away your worries, nowhere to run

Tell me all and tell me some more,

show me your soul, all blood and gore

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

fear no more; there is no case to be won

Cry some and then cry some more,

bare it all, your feelings all tender and sour

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Fear not, little one, I will reweave your dreams,

and mend your broken heart

Fear not, little one, I will kiss away your screams,

and bless you with a fresh start

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Fear not, little one, I will soothe away your pain,

and wipe all your frustration

Fear not, little one, I will bring the fresh rain,

and wash away all agitation

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one

Come lay your head in my lap, little one

The Life and Times of a Box of Chocolates (Previously, Love & Chocolates)

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Un cuore nel cioccolato

The rise and fall of desire, told through a box of chocolates.

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There is nothing more enchanting,

than a full box of chocolates

There is nothing more satisfying,

and there is nothing more ecstatic

There is nothing more elating,

and there is nothing more fantastic

There is no bigger blessing,

than a full box of chocolates

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When the box is full,

it is a box filled with dreams

In every little bite,

the taste of chocolate and creams

When the box is full,

it is a box filled with love

In every colored wrapper,

flavor enfolded within a delicious glove

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When the box is full,

it makes you richer than the richest

Exploring all the candies,

becomes better than a quest

When the box is full,

it makes you very blessed

Savoring each flavor,

is an experience, better than the best

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Then your greed takes over,

and the box starts getting empty

Bit by bit, and piece by piece,

it goes away, and it was quite plenty

Each piece of candy,

is one step closer to bliss

Each opened wrapper,

reminds you of a lover’s kiss

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You lick your fingers,

you lick them again and again

You swirl your tongue,

the pleasure is wild and insane

You get addicted to the candies,

the creams and the flavors

You get obsessed with the pleasure,

the chocolates become soul savers

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To make the chocolates stay,

you keep the box closed

You even hide it away,

trying to remain composed

You harness all your patience,

you keep your urge in check

You smile at your complacency,

but your determination is a wreck

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Then the greed attacks again,

and your hands wander close

Your desire rekindles and takes over,

and caution, thither it goes

You take one, you take two,

and then you take the final bit

You blow caution to the wind,

the box is finally empty, and you also quit

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There is nothing more tragic

than an empty box of chocolates

There is nothing more frustrating,

and there is nothing more depressing

There is nothing more saddening,

and there is nothing more maddening

There is no bigger dilemma,

than an empty box of chocolates

آؤ دیکھیں کیسے پھولوں کا جنازہ اٹھتا ہے

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آؤ دیکھو کیسے

خوشبو رنگ اجڑتے ہیں

اور پھولوں کا جنازہ اٹھتا ہے

سارا عالم روتا ہے

اور ہر دل سینے میں دکھتا ہے

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آؤ دیکھو کیسے

مایئں کفنوں کو سیتی ہیں

اور کلیجہ پھٹتا جاتا ہے

باپ قبروں پر روتے ہیں

اور سانس اکھڑتا جاتا ہے

آؤ دیکھو کیسے

جبر کی آگ بھڑکتی ہے

اور خدا کا عرش لرزتا ہے

موت مذہب پر ہنستی ہے

اور ظلم مسلسل ہوتا ہے

آؤ دیکھو کیسے

سورج کو گرہن لگتا ہے

اور رحمت اٹھتی جاتی ہے

بادل کالا آتا ہے

ہر گھر کی چھت اجڑتی ہے

آؤ دیکھو کیسے

ہاتھ دعا کو اٹھتے ہیں

پر امید کا دیا بجھتا ہے

نعرےاونچے لگتے ہیں

پر پھر بھی آنگن جلتا ہے

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When the Mirror Broke Again (Previously, Lament of the Loss)

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A poem about mending each other, only to discover the mirror breaks again.

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Neither you were broken, nor I, when I met you first,

only the mirror was broken into a thousand pieces

Neither you were crushed, nor I, when we met at our worst,

only the world was folded into a thousand creases

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We picked up the pieces with bleeding fingers,

our love just made the mirror whole once again

Arranging the shining puzzle on a matrix of red,

unfolding the creases, we removed every stain

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I chose to polish you, and you chose to polish me;

I showed you the beauty, playing sweet violins

I chose to strengthen you, and you chose to strengthen me;

you showed me how the real affection begins

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I showed you the colors, vibrant and fragrant;

I embraced your troubles and kissed away your tears

You showed me how to make the ultimate surrender;

supporting my struggles, you pushed away my fears

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We loved and we fought, and we made up again,

we found some warmth under the cold, dead frost

We agreed and we disagreed, and settled what we could,

we cried bitterly, when we thought all was lost

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Towards the end, we became a wholesome one,

cherishing our victory, thinking that’s what peace is

With our souls entwined, we thought we had won,

but the mirror broke again, into a thousand pieces

Symphony of Loss

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Perhaps it was never really love—only obsession wearing a beautiful mask.

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Let you and me sit in the dark glen of misery,

and turn the faded pages of our long-lost history

The words have evaporated into the space and time,

while our souls were dancing their egoistic mime

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Let you and me play the symphony of bitter loss,

and try to trace our names in the wet green moss

The moisture has dried, the fragrance is gone,

while our patience was waiting for another dawn

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Let you and me sit under the old and bent trees,

and collect the shattered pieces of sun on bent knees

The leaves have all dried and are crumbling into bits,

while we were fighting each other to the end of our wits

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Let you and me think of passion spent and gone stale,

and recollect broken dreams, faded and already pale

They have receded into oblivion, the vision has died,

while we were pursuing our desires on a high tide

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Let you and me cry and scream our hearts out,

and try to fill in the cracks left behind by drought

The cracks are widening with the passage of time,

while we thought forgiving was an unthinkable crime

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Let you and me hold each other under the stars,

and find solace in intimacy, which was never really ours

The kisses have gone bland, and the embraces so cold,

while we stood against each other, feeling so bold

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Let you and me erase each other and forget what we had,

and allow our longing to die instead of rotting and going bad

The stink is burning our eyes and bringing unwanted tears,

while we focused on our ambition and our very own fears

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Let you and me say farewell and forget we were in love,

and permit our hearts to heal like a wounded dove

Perhaps it was never love that we thought we had,

perhaps it was just a crazy obsession, making us both mad