qaisar abbas
08-26-2016, 11:41 AM
Moon vanishes slowly,silently.
The night is dark ,hot occupied with quiet restlessness.
Stars no longer in sight ,distant helpless and hidden.
All who lie ,destroy,greed,scream make world bitter are deep in thoughts,dreams.
Heart full of the spark of love,peace ,humanity count another night.
With sunrise,the day will not be same for all,time is not same for all.
Who wins,who knows?
Life will run through veins, good and bad will wrangle with each other.
Who wins,who knows?
Alone sitting in the corner of a dark room,i am thinking about others.
But what am i? Good or Bad? what should i be?
With first light,battle will start,what side should i be?
Back becomes invisible in the mirrors,we compare the faces not ours,others.
we know others faces better than ours,ready to point out.Do i know my face well? Am i ready to point out at myself?
we are ignorant of our own blindness,a hallucination of being best.
But who knows? Day is not away, what will it bring for us. Nothing it will come as a clean slate.
Depends on us,what we decide,but who knows what to write?
The night is dark ,hot occupied with quiet restlessness.
Stars no longer in sight ,distant helpless and hidden.
All who lie ,destroy,greed,scream make world bitter are deep in thoughts,dreams.
Heart full of the spark of love,peace ,humanity count another night.
With sunrise,the day will not be same for all,time is not same for all.
Who wins,who knows?
Life will run through veins, good and bad will wrangle with each other.
Who wins,who knows?
Alone sitting in the corner of a dark room,i am thinking about others.
But what am i? Good or Bad? what should i be?
With first light,battle will start,what side should i be?
Back becomes invisible in the mirrors,we compare the faces not ours,others.
we know others faces better than ours,ready to point out.Do i know my face well? Am i ready to point out at myself?
we are ignorant of our own blindness,a hallucination of being best.
But who knows? Day is not away, what will it bring for us. Nothing it will come as a clean slate.
Depends on us,what we decide,but who knows what to write?