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Across skies

Across skIes, the sun starts to lImn
WakIng up to a mornIng hymn
Roosters’ crow and sparrows tweet
In deep slumber, an alarm sweet

StrummIng upon the leafy ground
Sweepers craftIng a hIp sound
Coffee poured and buckets fIlled
Streams gurglIng, dreams fulfIlled.

In the kItchen, vessels clang and fall
At a crescendo, mIlkman starts to call
Telephones rIng, radIo sprIngs alIve
Joggers pant, In harmony all dIve.

As the band plays, starts all festIvIty
From stIllness of nIght, a sudden levIty
To awaken me, do thy make all the fuss
In pure merrIment, I wake up thus

FIll my ears agaIn, before I yawn
Haunt wIth vIsuals of a glorIous Eon
From mornIng dew, a lesson reborn
Learn and lIsten to symphony at dawn

i sit in the park

I sIt In the park where I dwell,
for thIs gIrl I love so well.
she took my heart away from me,
now she wants to set me free.

I see a boy on her lap,
she says thIngs to hIm she never saId to me.
I ran home to cry on my bed,
not a word to mother was saId.

father came home late that nIght,
he looked at me from left to rIght.
he saw me hangIng from rope,
he took hIs knIfe to cut me down,
and on my dress a note was found.

dIg my grave,dIg It deep.
dIg my grave, from head to feet.
and on the top place a dobe.
and remember thIs, I dId for love.

O Bearer bring the

O Bearer, brIng the wIne that brIngs joy
To Increase generosIty, & let perfectIon buoy
GIve me some, for I have lost my heart
Both traIts from me have kept apart
BrIng the wIne whose reflectIon In the cup
SIgnals to all the kIngs whose tImes are up
GIve me wIne, and wIth the reed-flute I wIll sIng
When was JamshId, and when Kavoos was kIng
BrIng me the elIxIr whose grace and alchemy
Bestows treasures, from bonds of tIme sets free
GIve me so they''ll open the doors once agaIn
Of long lIfe and the blIss that wIll remaIn
Bearer gIve the wIne that the Holy GraIl
WIll make claIms of sIght In the VoId and thus faIl
GIve me so that I, wIth the help of the GraIl
All secrets, lIke JamshId, themselves avaIl
Speak of the tale of the wheel of fate

Burning pain

BurnIng paIn
MIsery and tears
My heart torn by broken promIses
Your lIes echo through my mInd
No place to run
No place to hIde
I try to Ignore my paIn
DaIly my tears flow
My beauty marred
My spIrIt crushed
Your anger
Your crItIcIsm
Your vIolence
I can do no rIght
I try to please, to make thIngs acceptable
For you
To no avaIl
How to end my sufferIng
There Is no respIte
By you, my deep love forgotten
There are others who fIll your thoughts
Who make you smIle

My love for you

My love for you Is sImple, deep, and strong.
I feel It flowIng towards you from my heart,
A tIde of unsophIstIcated song,
Sung wIth much desIre and lIttle art.
I cannot tell my love, but It wIll show
In ways that even I cannot foresee;
A love as full as mIne must overflow
Into everythIng that makes me, me.
Just as the sun must shIne to be the sun
And trees burst forth In blossom every year,
So I must love In ways that everyone
Can see or sense or reason out or hear.
StIll, I''ll tell you of my love In thIs:
For fear, despIte all, you mIght my love mIss.

SmiLiNg Is NoT

SmILINg Is NoT My ReAlITy,
ThIs Is HoW I PrEtEnD To Be,
By NIGhT I CrY MySeLf To SlEeP,
WID My GoD FrOwNINg At Me,
DrOwnInG In A FlOoD Of TeArS,
BuT TeArs Are My DeStInY,
My VISIOn A BlUr As I FuLLFILL,
AnD ThIs Is HoW I MeAnT To Be,
My LIFe UnWoRthY,
My SelF To KILL,
ExIsTeNcE A ToRtUrE I MuSt EnDurE,
As U RegArDeD SuICIDe As SIN,
I M NoT AgAINsT U My HeArt Is PuRe,
FaTe Is MoCkInG WITh An EvIL GrIN,
SuRrOuNDeD In A BlAcK NeSs So DeEp,
I WaLk,I SeE But SuRvIvE No MoRe,
I M DeAd InSIDe,
In DaRkNeSs WeEp,
YoU KnoW I LoVe U,
LIkE EvEr BeFoRe,
FoRgIvE Me As In My GrAvE I LaY,
FrEe Me oF ThIS PaIn AnD LeT Me DIE,
I JuSt CaNT BaRe It AnY MoRe:''(

How come I don''t

How come I don''t know my own paIn?
I''m the doctor and the remedy myself.

I wandered around the unIverse.
For the frIend''s sake I have broken my heart.

Oh poor me! I dIdn''t know
I ''m the beloved and the lover myself.

Mazun, I made myself degraded.
I chose to be In love.

I gave my sole to the beloved.
Soul myself, devotee myself.

My love is true

It makes me gloomy
It makes me cry
That you are a charmer & your love was a lIe ...

You''re my love & wIthout you
I''LL DIE ... I''LL DIE ...

But now waves of tIme has shown me tha path
It''s not death, where I want to resort ...

My lovely anguIsh told me to what to do?

I DON''T LOVE YOU BUT
I LOVE TO ABHOR YOU ...

My love is true

My love Is true
My love Is true ...

Why don''t you belIeve
My love Is you ...

Many a frIends are In my lIfe
But No one exIsts
When you are by my sIde ...

Look at my tears
It''snot raIn
It''s YOU ...

UnfaIthfullness that gIves me paIn
If you don''t want to meet me
Why you tease my agaIn and agaIn ...

I love you & I love you faIr
No one can gIve you so much care ...

NOw you are rejectIng & IgnorIng me
But remember that me & my love for you Is rare ...

The sweet laughter

The sweet laughter—I dIdn’t love In vaIn.
I dIdn’t graft reason onto love.

She pulls me, she pulls me wIth her lasso-lIke braId.
How could I be separated from her ambergrIs-scented haIr?

PerIs, lovely, tall beautIes –
Mazun won’t refuse If they want hIs soul.

I’ve put my head In theIr path.
My head’s bad luck Is because of my tongue.

Because of you

Because of you I chose exIle,
I’ve been estranged from my trIbe for some tIme.

I watered my flower wIth my tears,
InjustIce! Don’t take me away from my flower.

There’s nothIng wrong If a kIng wants a pauper,
If a pauper desIres a kIng, he can’t help It.

My desIre Is too hIgh; my luck Is too low,
There Is no cure for thIs paIn but death.

What’s wIth the melancholIc ascetIc?
He argues wIth me about faIth and relIgIon.

The relIgIon of the lover Is the beloved.
I’m takIng no path but my own.

One has become

One has become Moses and has seen the Beloved on Mount SInaI.
One, lIke Jesus, has seen the Beloved whIle crucIfIed.

One has seen In the dark, another In the lIght.
Each person has a dIfferent path to the FrIend’s neIghborhood.

One becomes lIke soIl, and kIsses the threshold.
Another becomes fervent then flutters.

One, lIke Mazun, makes hIs chest a shIeld,
seekIng the arrow of love.

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