I will love you
I will rise up in thosand lights
When the black sun unveils its shadow
Darkness veils you in all disguises
But you wrap your face in delighting pleasure
As if you are lost in a pool of blood and tears
Yet the voyage of time time never ceases to be there
To die with you in ancient splendour.
The light is green on your face
If everything goes in flames
If everything kisses you blind in fiery silence
Millions of fractures will join the procession
To follow your dancing footsteps
Then I will pay you in many loves
And all will become quiet in moonlight sonata
When I say love to you.
Like a wanderer I revolve round your orb of faith
My faith dissolves you in craving desire
You just feel like flying with shooting stars
Yet your love never pays me back in more love
You just disappear in a lone corner of your soul.
When the twin souls meet again in soliloquy
You just hide yourself all the more
I never cross the wind when I come close to your breath
As you swallow the violence in fear of death
Yet I will pay you in more love.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Wretched of The Earth
Is that the haunted house of the king
Where slaves were slaughtered to celebrate god's blessings?
Is that the palace where the king plotted to burn the soldiers’ houses?
All those slaves still cry in the air
All those soldiers sacrificed their lives to save the king's grace
They are the nameless and faceless mortals
Who have been written off the pages of history
History repeated history in cruel tongue banishing humanity from the soil
Has history ever told the true story of mankind?
Will history ever uphold the manifesto of the wretched?
Someday there will arrive the harbinger of the forgotten
He will remember the untold stories of burns and ruins
The slaughtered slaves will come alive in thousands
They will repeat the history in a new verse
The history will be replicated on a new horizon
Humanity will smile on the faces of the forgotten
The forgotten history will be manifesto of the wretched
And the wretched of the earth will be the new pages of history.
Where slaves were slaughtered to celebrate god's blessings?
Is that the palace where the king plotted to burn the soldiers’ houses?
All those slaves still cry in the air
All those soldiers sacrificed their lives to save the king's grace
They are the nameless and faceless mortals
Who have been written off the pages of history
History repeated history in cruel tongue banishing humanity from the soil
Has history ever told the true story of mankind?
Will history ever uphold the manifesto of the wretched?
Someday there will arrive the harbinger of the forgotten
He will remember the untold stories of burns and ruins
The slaughtered slaves will come alive in thousands
They will repeat the history in a new verse
The history will be replicated on a new horizon
Humanity will smile on the faces of the forgotten
The forgotten history will be manifesto of the wretched
And the wretched of the earth will be the new pages of history.
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