Hanan Muzafar Poems
- Lost In Wind Almond leaves on your red cheeks; saw you in ...
- Between Truth And Reality Something getting out of control; ...
- Still I Rise Hands becoming hammers, seethe clay becoming ...
- Rambling Midnight Along the way; Sprawled in a wagon, ...
- Buried Bones How the evil grows, The conflict within mind, ...
- Tower Of Clocks Needles and dials break, when the song of ...
- Dormitory Days Looking at the writings on walls, felt lives...
How does it feel when you meet yourself, your fear, truth, and nightmare. Being from a conflict and torn region, I saw misery found grief, saw violence met horror, saw rise observed fall. Somehow learned to survive, to be low and invisible. Who I am, I'm. Maybe it's suffering which keeps us moving ahead, like a source of growth. Indeed it's grief which remains immortal. A tragedy coloured in romance.
Violence is an instinct, and hate is it's fuel. If God is silent, then there is no word of God. Divinity is in kindness and sacrifice. Life in itself is meaningless, but serves a definite purpose, and war in itself is life, it has neither a beginning nor an end. In the game of war no ... more »
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''When things have to happen,Life
they happen on their own.''
''Struggle is the greatest blessingPoverty
a man can get.''
''While they had their wisdom,Sucsses
I had my faith.''
''Sometimes being hidden and camouflaged like a sniper doesn't make you brave, but it makes you powerful.''Conflict
''Searching yourself is the most painful episode.''Failure
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Lost In Wind
Almond leaves on your red cheeks;
saw you in cold breeze,
drift of shade,
made you fade.
Near flowers you sat,
little hands touching the green grass:
Through windows watching the wind,
in sunshine you shine.
On crossroads we met;
And voice speechless.
Image in a pot,
And vapours of art.
Now I'm gone,
And we are Lost:
A tale on a piece of paper,
flowing with wind,
And wheel goes on.