On a freezing night my hands, cold like a frozen milk my head, a burden resting on body yearns for…
At 3 am Midnight I woke up with a beep My phone was reminding me of the night we cried…
Every dawn at 5 am Azan wakes me up from a forgotten dream of you I wake up as if…
I wrote a poem for you to say the things which I have always feared to say and do To…
The air you poured in methrough your mouthmakes my stars float andbutterflies fly with colors brighter than the lights which…
Hold my hand and grab me so tight I’ll take you the places where you saw us in your dreams…
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