Shafee Pitafi

Now I am left alone in the desert of your love,
All the oceans are screaming: my sympathy.
Nightingale has all the locution for my love,
I am falling down like water devolves,
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These dark clouds and freeze air are screaming for you,
The serenity of this lonely night is crying for you,
You are their romance, and they are your literature.
This squeezing air is shuddering my soul,
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In love, you dance, sing and fly,
But it instructs you hatred too.
Love blooms a soul into your body,
But it flames your heft too.
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When I Read You
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My surroundings seem colorful
I conceive devil and angels -
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I'm untamed and I'm a coward
Cannot battle my war
Though,
Have in my hand my sword
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I'm a letter from Kufah
I have brought an invitation
Ironically I have come to accompany you
And your ideology, philosophy and your constitution.
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Her pains smart her soul,
She has remorse for her love.
To her, wisdom subjected only love,
Now she confines her soul.
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The places where we pushed time
where our soul danced together
are crying for the remedies of our cruised soul.
The benches where we slept together
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I realize you in my solitariness,
It begets tears to my eyes,
I imagine you sipping the watering tears from my chicks.
I sense your soul inwards me,
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Your sound rings in my eardrums,
I miss you in all terms.
Your unconditional love now despises me.
It too gave birth to thorough love inside me.
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In this ugly, alone and dark night
Someone is killing me.
Colorful shadows are overlapping me,
I'm afraid of my surroundings.
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That was an utmost era of learning,
When we could do everything,
The angry mood was like the cap to have it over the head,
All heat and all cold were bearable,
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The art of your beauty encourages my soul
to open the door of my heart's romantic room,
Your luring eyes captivate my soul into a hushed room,
I want nowise, but you to grasp the same sentiment.
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Your bold voice, my ears still hear,
Though stillness had no permission that time,
One day you would have remorse.
The wind of your falling hair, my heart still feels.
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All the music of my life is only with you,
The lyrics of your love dance in my blood.
My heart is a studio, so
It produces the music.
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