tayyeba mustafa

It is music, that makes me dance
It is music, that wakes me up
It is music, brush my hair
It is music, makes me smile
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How life circumnavigate in this world
How things happen in this arena
How a child grows in this reverberating place
How a person gets old in this dazzling land
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Without YOU, no one to pacify the soul
Without YOU, no one to grant me what I look for

I have been to America, Russia, Malaysia and all
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Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the horizon of heaven,
on the land, on the sand,
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Time is good,
Time is bad,
Time is fast,
Time is slow,
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I am a small honey Bee
I abide among beautiful flowers
I reside in garden of world
I collect my food of thought
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When the falcons are humans,
and grains, pebbles are words,
these hollow devices carry no meaning,
but only differ in weight,
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Last night when i stepped near her,
My black and white Monika Mai,
Big cute tongue slurps all herbs,
Expertise in gripping food from hand,
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A tiny drop of water falls down on mud
Splash quick to construct melody

A tiny drop of water makes bubbles on river side
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A simple long queue of ants
Great struggle require to construct it
Gather food to survive
Never too late to work
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As the mid night darkness prevailed,
The chugging slumber fell down,
The eyelashes met up,
Thus an errand to the real land began,
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welled up tears flowed on red cheeks
vindictive ideas
repugnant as they appeared
clearing the grunt ant throat
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I want to go back
Back to the age of childhood
where there were no worries
No work, no whimper
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It proves again yet
as it is always been proved
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Time is in hury to pass
water flows and does not come back
flames rises up above high
everything falls down except
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Never trust, nor give
Because more are selfish doors
Seek to get all, not give
Never trust nor give
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A night before, an exciting event
goes the heartbeat quite loud

A night before, celebration of Eid
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She is miss perfect
so beautifully carries herself
sterres her dress
she is debonair girl
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The last good bye
with the small tear
the ending moment
with little hope to see more
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Fear of not losing anything
All intentions pure are everything
Inner developed
trust it is
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