Saturday, 28 November 2015

A pack of wolves.

A pack of wolves relies upon my heart,
as much as you and I do, my love!
Tired of loneliness and hunger,
thrusting their heads against the soil,
a pack of wolves are still being fed
by the flames of agony and vengeance
A pack of wolves relies upon love,
as much as you and I do, my love!
Tired of hatred, contempt and fear,
as much as you and I are, my love!
A pack of wolves in my loneliness,
refuses all food that is offered,
and eats only what it hunts,
as in love - you and I do, my love!

- Syed Rehan

Saturday, 21 November 2015

I climbed.

I climbed walls,
A wall was left to climb,
when I climbed the first,
they said only a wall is left to climb,
when I climbed the second,
they said only a wall is left to climb,
when I climbed the first,
I said that no wall is left to climb.

I was climbing walls,
bricks were left to climb,
I climbed
doors were left to climb,
I climbed the mountains,
hills were left to climb,
I climbed minds,
hearts were left to climb,
I climbed sorrows,
happiness was yet to be climbed.

I climbed everything,
only myself
was left to climb.