What I Tell You?

What I Tell You?

The inquirer! how can I tell you?
Pain is not wording to write to you
This is not a story to be told to you
Nothing to tell you,
If there is a wound,
hand it over to your nails
There is no mirror to show you
You asked, but what I tell you?

This is not a secret to hide, shown by
sometimes the face, sometimes the eyes
Like a shawl coming towards feet
Whenever she walks, she shrugs her shoulders
How can I tell you what is wrong with me?

The fatigue of distance keeps crawling
Still carrying the burden of the situation
Removing the shadows from the feet
Whoever sees, it goes away quietly
The one who goes does not stop at any sound
We have to find new expressions
No one understands the language of metaphors

The heart is captivated by the charms of existence
Breathing breaks the traps of the village
A change, then, is everything but the strings of oppression
It is unknown at this time what I do after leaving the post
So she thinks that life is fragrant with fragrance
You have not tasted the poison of any season
The world of jinn dance has not passed over you

A world where centuries of intoxication
Embraces every calf hour
Apparently there is no reason for this spectacle
Only you, as the parent can know for sure
There is a melody that is not heard yet
The turmoil continues to escalate
The dust of the mind spreads from one to another
The harems of the bodies are emptied of the soul

Time is ruthless, we are all naked dancing
No one is bound anymore
Crowds of wandering stars in the plains
The sound of a hissing sound on the page
See how she announces her release
Rosen travels from time to time
There is nothing better than being ignorant
So never stay on the threshold of time
You haven't seen the color of today's throat

The promise of warmth melts away from the individual
People burning in the interpretation of their own dreams
Like dead crops of hunger and thirst
But people emerging from the lines of determination
In an explosive world in the name of peace
People scattering like dry
People living day by day and dying day by day
Life is not a movie to show you
You asked, but what I tell you?

No one is safe here
The night is heavy somewhere and somewhere the day
The whole world seems like a field to us
In which a battle of interest and loss is going on
Where all the people with their feet on the dynamite
Night butterflies in their hands
The sun hidden in the sleeves
The shackles of your collar around your neck
While walking in sleep, one sees a dream
And they keep thinking that from the walls

The signs of the night fell, the morning sun rose
Shining snow on the mountains across the horizon
The contrast of the new sun will melt
And at some point in the morning now
Light will swallow up all darkness
See how it reaches the destination
A dove flies away at the target
Come and show me this bloody scene
You asked, but what I tell you?

No customer is the essence of the future
The shop is open with its open eyes
And say the same scene in the corner of the blood bag
The dust of a moment on the head
Your lovers live in dust
When to take time to testify in murder
They walk around empty-handed
The inquirer will tell you how
It is not a sad word to write to you
You asked, but what I tell you?

It feels sad
It can be yours or mine
Man is the one who lives
Let not everyone be sad
Let there be chalk once in the hands of lust
The garment of love never melts again
The heavens are bowed down to my ground
But we can't find our star to bound
You asked, but what I tell you?
You asked, but what I tell you?

Imran Nazeer