Two days of hunger
one bread to feed
Four mouth opens
and all i hear is silence
speaking from heart beat


Stumbling in pain
she begs not to touch her esteem
compelled to live in hell
she has been traded for few fins
unable to endure the defeat
she wimps in grief
all I hear is silence
speaking from her heartbeat

Happy family of five they were
No vain, no plea
everything was lost in a blink of eye
when they saw missiles coming to their street
two are left homeless
shedding tears in fleet
all I hear is silence
speaking from their heartbeat

Shredded, rattled body lies in the ground
River of blood flows
Poverty, hunger and human are trade all around
Still no one bothers
Humanity has become so weak
WHY ALWAYS SILENCE
WHEN ARE WE GOING TO SPEAK......................

You look through me
not to me
and may be that overshadowed
may be you know me
or may be you actually not know me

I seem to be
what i really may not be
may be you gazed me
and i may not be the version of what you thought i may be
OR
may be you never understood
you just stare
MAY BE !!! just may be
you simply don't care

Release me  from all the burden
SET ME FREEEEEEE

"WON"T YOU GET TIRED OF LOVING ME ?" she asked

"HAS THE SUN EVER GOT TIRED OF RISING." He replied.

I realised I couldn't make change,
So I stopped trying to make it,
Now I walk past outstretched hands,
Born to make mistakes.

To take the time to discover the world before we lived in today,
That exists before us,
There so much more,
But have those ancestors ever mattered less.
The history lesson
Feels like detention,
People careless now than they ever did before

And that's no metaphor,
For peace or freedom,
Emancipated in the dawn of mind
But will my generation make more change than the one before.

We heard Cassius clay,
Make that change - from his slave name to rounding an army -
Followers Muhammad Ali.

We heard Malcolm X,
Make that change,
People looking at him strange when he took aim at the oppressors.

We heard Marcus Garvey,
Make that change,
Force thoughts through a better day,
To escape that pain.

We all heard Snowden,
Make that change,
Expose the corrupt,
But he's the one they want to put it in to chains.

We heard Bob Marley,
Trying making that change,
Emancipate from mental slavery,
Of the mistakes our ancestors made.

Now it's time for you and I,
To make that change,
Follow in the footsteps that were left to guide the way.

Don't try to be accountable of me,
if you can't even be available for me.

I'm afraid of the way you can sway my emotions.

How can I build restricted area signals on my heart,
when you so easily tear down the walls against you?

I'm afraid of you.

You've entered into me without my permission.
Yet somehow, I allow you to stay.

You hurt me once
Shame on you
You hurt me twice
Shame on *me

It's those little hands of hers, hands that have been cut and scarred from picking up the fragments of her broken past. You could only wonder how hands so small could hold my whole world.

It's the subtle silence between us, the silence after she breaks down in front of you, and you're not sure whether to say something or nothing at all. You'll end up hugging her instead, letting the silence speak for itself. The warmth of your embrace would remind her what home felt like.

It's the countless fights we have, when shouting would turn to screaming until no more words could be said, the silence wrapping around our necks and lifting us off the ground. It's in our heated arguments where we see, even for a moment, how much we actually care for each other.

It's the butterflies she gives me, a different feeling from seeing your favorite singer up close, or when you reach the peak of a mountain and see the spectacular view from up above. It's the butterflies that keep me from saying anything, staring awkwardly at her until she laughs. It's the butterflies that keep me on my toes every time I see her; it's like meeting her for the first time.