A Reminisce

Of bright blue Sirius that you hold in your eyes

Under the shadowy scabbard of Orion

Hidden, are a million longings to the moon

And heartful serenades unsung..

وجود

آون هڪ مٽي جو ذرو آهيان، جيڪو ڪڏهن ڪجهه نه ٿي سگهيو آهي ۽ نه ڪجهه ٿي سگهندو، پر آون انهي خدا جو حصو آهيان جنهن مون کي ٺاهيندي پنهنجي وجود تي روئ ڏنو هو.

Though I'm a speckle of dust which has never been anything, and which will never become anything, but I'm a portrayal of that god who cried on his existence while he gave inception to me.

Diarios de Motocicleta

How much you encompass and how much you irradiate, bride of the ocean. Even far away from your deaf halo..

-Federico García Lorca

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A man is known by his miseries.

Seeds of Life

I walk on broken crutches of faith

Yet i dare to stand

I promise till he fades me out

I won't retreat until my legs break

My ego deserted me

My conscience is dead

Im good as one

Playing flesh on bones

Lost in void

In search of nothingness

Absurdity my destinova (so sure i am of myself)

I have never won

Neither tasted defeat

I found my comfort here

On the land i long to explore

Unknown forces resisting me

I want to die sleeping in its lap

Or remain forever in my mother's womb

Nothing more eternal

Nothing more comforting

Nothing more mute

Nothing more absurd