Neeraj Nawaz

Make the colours sing
The crazy song of love
The colours of you and me
Dance barefoot
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City of saints
Is mourning
Dark shaded blood
Reflecting on leaves
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In every life a little rain must fall
Grains of happiness needs a little shower
In every saga little distances must come
Walking on aisle needs a little to shed off
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Life, a mad man's song
Holding onto my throbbing lips
Joyous are the waves of happiness
Heart aching are it's sounds in misery
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Ask that madman of my streets
who narrates tales in the language
of laughs and perplexing words
which an obtuse like me never gets.
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Like a kite, i am
Dancing in the storm
Roaming in realities now
Unaware of my destiny
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Headstones are in the hearts
Don't have the space in the ground
People are buried in the screams
Don't have patience for the sobs
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Behind the veiled faces
Lies lacerating realities
Of beauteous faces
Which once were so heavenly for me.
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Everyone is sleeping,
I am couching all alone,
Your whispering breaths were my patting tones.
That sleep was colorful and peaceful for me.
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Agitated i am,
to hold your hand,
and to take all you woes.
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The graveyard of my dreams,
Is greenish again.
The birds are chirping beautifully,
Unaware of the burried emotions,
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I deviated without any reason,
In the illusive shadows,
In the echoed whispers,
In the reflected deepness of your eyes,
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Without you what I am, a cursed night?
Who is looking for you, in it's own darkness
With candles of my dreams, consuming faith
And eyes of a fagged, shrieking mad wolf
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Oh The People of this Isle!
Ornaments you face
with the jewelery of happiness
in the joy and grief
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