Aabid Masroor

Island-in an ocean of tears
I am single, alone and my fears
Which to repair is huge painted wall
With natures gift sunlight in snowfall
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Take a look in the mirror
Into your memories, Into your thoughts
Into your present, Into your past
Somehow I am there awake
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Flowers and sorrows, arise gloom and die
Seasons how can they twist knife in the cut
A full summer died in my arms but the spring
When freezing bough of months came back to alive
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Inclines- how much yet have I, to qualify long
Can I, but how to make, towards the inconstancy wrong
Though I smile and live sincerely there I have gone
From your memories and heart I do not belong
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(i)
Gone up in the attic oft
Mountain pores and love gardens
aloft
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Mother lookout-Again that bird has come
To repeat the same tones, sweetest some
In the dry, on the naked leafless tree
I do not know, why it is obscure to me
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I am not a stranger, who I am
I am a phenomenon worth seeing
See it again and again
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When in the midst of river
As open in the autumn shiver
I sit down upset and smoke
From the distance of little folk
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The moon on its silent road,
That hides in cloud whiz
There is silence in your woods
The owl, the walnut tree
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Straight streets he walks alone
No direction, displeased some
Within heart a ray of hope
Somebody will come
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Sometimes, long somehow
Near the flowing river, bend so wide
Curves behind the tree that grow upon
That bank to touch the smooth love currents
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As hearts being soft, angels and beasts doth like same end
Look again into your heart that once on mine, beat depend

The winged creatures do fly to others that to new heart
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Tonight from the dark vast horizon
Tonight from the bloodshed season
Tonight from the radiant frost
Tonight from the hope lost
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Love and to be loved is probability
When she says I love you
Gentle breeze whisper world is new
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So this is who I am
I carry you with me
So this is who I was
Went mute, broken for no cause
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The soft sky smiles when I opened my eye
Bright new day and the land is gone
I wake up my crew wide open and calm
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You could be anytime- victimized,
Terrorized, traumatized, brutalized by the
Experience of being in love
love? But I am not a cup, a coffee, a cupboard, a curtain
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September morning with its secrets
Is in progress, so am I
Trying to find the new hope
The crops, and the trees
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Mark the cold, mute and
Naked tree erect
Point out the season?
Pain reflect
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Inclines- how much yet have I, to qualify long
Can I, but how to make, towards the inconstancy wrong
Though I smile and live sincerely their, I have gone,
From your memories and heart, I do not belong
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