caressing my withered soul
cracked lonely lips bleed
voices whisper "hold on"
Friday, December 28, 2012
Holding back the tears of sorrow
caressing my withered soul
cracked lonely lips bleed
voices whisper "hold on"
A clam rest, half buried.
Under the sand.
Forgotten.
Only to soon be swallowed by water.
And stone.
Taken to the depths.
Where it is finally.
Accepted.
In the black night In the overgrown houses
In the overgrown houses
Old men sing their cider songs,
Too tired to know that death sits by.
In the black night
In the overgrown houses
The old men sleep fitfully
in freezing isolation
As a full moon sucks their breath
Then prods them to hard stone
الف اللہ چمبے دی بوٹی
نفی اثبات دا پانی مليا ہر رگے ہر جائی ہو
اندر بوٹی مشک مچايا جاں پھلاں تے آئی ہو
جيوے مرشد کامل باھو جيں اے بوٹی لائی ہو
Alif Allah chambay di booti Mere man vich murshad laai… hoo…
Nafi asbat da pani milya Har ragay har jaai… hoo…
Andar booti mushak machaya Jaan phulaan te aai… hoo…
Jeevay murshad kamil bahu Jain ae booti laai… hoo…
Bulleh naalon chula changa
jithe nitt pakwaan pkayi da
ral fakiran majlis kite
vich bhora bhora khaiy da
laangam naalo thikar changa
jiste nit payr ghasai da
Raab usnu milda bullyah
jihda bakra bney ksayi da
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