Suhel Akram

achromatic leaf tarry-folded,
awaits pen silky melanoid
brush sheep-wool feathered
touch creative kissing forehead.
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thou murderer of felicity,
pay thy taxes of iniquity,
wash thy hands gore
with hemoglobin of soul intentions pure.
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catastrophic story being told,
listened he straight ears on stand
his surprise takes the story rewind,
acting speculum to his life burnt to ash
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Early in the spring,
far down in the valley of green,
in a morning with soft cover,
of fog in the valley all over,
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for my ignorance is what thee see,
its not always same in me,
differs my views in time,
when expectation are at regime,
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Hurted by my own mistake
Full of wound all over the chambers of heart,
I find myself all deserted,
in a prison of wall and roofs,
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In the pleasure of dreams,
I owe you my destiny.
In the way of life,
I owe you my ambitions.
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why should it happen?
why is the road to love,
bring us to an end?
cant we keep on,
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did you notice me,
i am confused and pale,
i am dark red in pain
what is the mistake i have commited
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Every time I was there,
waiting for you,
trying to make you feel,
the love i have for you,
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Tonight is the time,
Let's climb up the mountain,
And never peep down
It's the time,
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It is ok,
if you no more
is interested in me,
no more you wanna,
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why is it always?
when i walk out in day
the sun starts burning,
to melt up the crust,
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A week passed
With lights fading away,
Day by day.
The sun growing dark,
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I find the walls around me crumble
yet I am not here to bulid it up.
the roofs of the cell shower on me,
still I stand erect and keep on it,
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The fields down in the valley,
Covered with sight just dreamy,
Referring a story to bed,
Just before the sleep,
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Ended the lane just at an eve,
To an entrance dark, lone and deep,
The lights doth turned down,
Paths crazy just go round,
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The lane lay clean,
With not even a dumped grain.
The dogs away in the huts,
With sloping tails and mouth shut.
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The tiring sun is out again,
With a bundle of pains in chain.
Starting a new unending life with,
Blind hopes and dark nights and deep breath,
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Thee;
conceit complacency of consecration;
Thy;
ardor sense caressing my mind in whisper,
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