Hundred suns and thousand stars
Moons like fireflies
Water like falls
Between the creeks
Red and green
Forget
Dysfunctions
The fixations to see colors
Smell scents
Hear music
Abandon silence
Unfeel touch
Kill myself
The fires of tongue
The attitude on your forehead
The holiness of your face
Was a terror
Is a terror
Make my fixation
Dysfunctional
From my blinded vision
20/1/2009
Islamabad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and so beyond your self to others you have reached they unto you and words the well from such ink is never dry despite the tears from those, you've known that cry out for more...iip