Long Lost!

Growing days of high frustations                            

No pain i have nor expectations

With lost hopes i see a life

Neither tastes nor some spice

World is on an end these days

With daily chaos of all disgrace

I feel to tear my chest apart 

And wash clear my dusted heart

Missed were the days of joy

i was young and life was a toy

Time has his own beliefs

But very well he decieves

Hatred and hopes always entwined

Breath culminates but life’s fine.

                                                   افماي   

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Palestine.

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Let the globe feel pity on
Paris,
I have less abstracts
for them.

I was a human first,
I am a muslim then.

None attended when i was
slaughtered,
Screams i feel and i am less
bothered.

None cared my mother’s
weep,
I wont care thier mother’s
wail.

I seek refuge only from the
God.
No needed help from the
world

I was left personal, I will
be personal
Of my lose thier cant be
any reversal.

                           افماي

Memorabilia.

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No power can fill me back
the way you did.
You were made for me,
counted my only thing.
Life is merry rather smiles
of happiness demised.
Days of emptiness is all
i hate,nothing so surprise.
I miss your fragrance like ,
blended in my soul.
I see the rest of the world
in my eyes they revolve.
More no future is in my
brains nor i wish to live.
Past is my only concern
and on memories i thrive.

                        افماي