can i manipulate minds,
if i cud, the world wud have never been this brutal
in their breaths,there were a rhythm,
soft , serene, sensitive, gleam..
i knw the barbarism, i feel the murders,
and this earth suffocates to bear on the walkings of giants....
how many lives gone, how many homes turned into orphanage,
how many seasons bled, how many days and nights cried in pain,
and words never ending, like feelings hover around,
every second new rage, another disappointment in hope ,in sheath of bright ray...
far on sands, remains of ruins,
we make a dream land,out of black fumes,
hailings come and go, thunders in fierceness howl,
snow melting like a volcanoe, hot and ravengeful,
in dreams in eyes, lies only the end of times....
still, yet there is some light, an unknown light,
as in drought land we hope fo the rain
even when clouds have abandoned those ways
fo centuries lost their trails!!
nommater how many yellow leaves got churned under ur feet
after every autumn comes spring sweet.
days are hard, but hope is soft like a silk sheath,
voices are loud, noises do shout,
yet in their screams flows melody in beam....
catharsis stays after every day's cruel astray,
it stir in my blood, it encaptured my in veils.....
hiramalik
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