Diary of........

I have not read the diary of Ann Frank. Th point is not that I am lazy, its just that nowadays, soo many Ann Franks are killed around the world. Palestine, Iraq, Kashmir. I can not even imagine the gunshots they would be hearing. The crescendo of bombs they will be skipping rope to. The fact is not that only Muslims are killed, its the reality that so many of them are ignored while only one of them is heralded. Close your eyes world. There is no more time to see them being tortutred but it is time to stop this.

My blood is young
Vibrant
Let it flow away
Just like the future I was supposed to have

Burn My house
It is meaningless
As the ones who own it
Dont have the desire to live anymore

My time is now
My blood is yours
At least let me
Make my mark in this world

They say a martyr's blood
Is sacred and divine
What about my mother's tears
That she will cry for me when I am gone

Who will tell her that
Her son was killed
Killed in an accident
A bomb accident actually

Dont tell her that
she is too feeble and old
To bear this news
My dead body will be enough

Weep with my torn clothes
Confide with me her secrets
She will sit there with me
Until she sees the same fate.

What the hell?

sometimes pictures are supposed to be one of the most definite and comprehensive way of explaining something. the colors and detail of the landscape holds so many translations and interpretations for someone who wants to know something.




Still i cannot explain you or this relaitonship. Guess thats love.

Lifeless

the painting was so still now. it seemed as if it was not even alive. motionless she waited there. sat as if she had done nothing. and it waited for. for someone shehad not even met. the light off the glass made her unreal as if she had not even walked this earth. as if the she had not even breathed for a wile. sat on the grass that she stood upon. as if the sun had never shined on her and the moon had not glowed upon her. she was now a novelty now. a price places upon a shelf. lifeless. her lips were so dry. it had so many colors and life before. now it only had baseless colors.

The same painting seems so meaningless without you.