YE KHUWAAB JALI AANKAIN

YE KHUWAAB JALI AANKAIN

YE SEHMI HUI PALKAIN

NAASOOR HAI K SHOLA HAI

DIL HAI K DIYA HAI?

IK ZEHR_E_MOHOBBAT HAI

TUM NE BHI PIYA HOGA 

HUM NE BHI PIYA HAI

HUM PIYAAS K MAARON NE 

BAARISH KI HATHELI SE 

IK BOOND BHI NAA MAANGI

ASHKON KO JALAYA HAI

HONTON KO SIYA HAI

DIL HAI K DIYA HAI?....

Sleeping

I was depressed for reasons unknown It wasn't because of you.

You came up to me and asked,
"What's wrong with you today?"
I answered, "It's nothing, don't worry.
I promise I'll be okay."

You seemed to believe me
Though it wasn't true
I hated the lying
I wanted to tell the truth.

But that wasn't possible 
I didn't even know what was wrong
All I knew was I was sad
And I'd felt like this for too long.

Sometimes you could make me smile
But it wasn't always enough
Depression was taking over
And it was becoming too much.

I knew that someday soon
I'd finally end my life
I had not eaten in weeks
And there was blood all over my knife.

When I'm gone, I want you to know
That this was something I just had to do
I was depressed for reasons unknown
It wasn't because of you.

Depession and Heartache,

Depession and Heartache,
The signs of the hurt.

The tears that flow forever,
Masscara on her shirt.

Nostalgia for her is common,
She remembers their dates.

What else would you expect,
From a girl whose heart breaks.

There is a place just for me

There is a place just for me
I keep it under lock and key

It's my minefield to sweep
For in this place, only I go that deep

No love, only hatred, inside
Therefore, only I will abide

You cannot touch me when I'm there
This cross is mine, you see, to bear

I made this hiding place for me
And only I need to RSVP

So when you see that look of disdain
Please know my secret password is pain

The gush of wind blew my hair,

The gush of wind blew my hair,
Straight up to the unforgiving air.
Fall was peaking around the trees,
Leaves would pile high, 
soon up to my knees.
Hello orange, yellow, and red,
Bye-bye June, July, and August,
hello Halloween.
The warmth is gone and won

Dancing with sweet feminism,

Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields.
Inhaling a bitter scent of pessimism,
as my feet step over fallen leaves.

Arrogant gust recoloring dreams;
green to orange as yellow beams.
From deep inside the arid lands,
cold nips the warmth of my hands.

Steeped within this golden view
with all my senses remembering you
Consolation yet, refills my heart
as autumn begs spring to start..

Swaying around, with sweetness still
I sink deep within the yellowish hill
continuously breathing in hope until
Autumn dreams fall out of thrill..

By: Rania Moallem