Silence is not intensiveIt is a coping mechanismFor the experience,Good or bad. -
Silence is not intensiveIt is a coping mechanismFor the experience,Good or bad.
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I want to romanticise the revolutionas they wail near the borders I want to write romantic songsAs they cry the hearts outI want to paint the picture of mansionAs they turn to the ashes--Should I still be writing romance? Or should I raise a voice? -
I want to romanticise the revolutionas they wail near the borders I want to write romantic songsAs they cry the hearts outI want to paint the picture of mansionAs they turn to the ashes--Should I still be writing romance? Or should I raise a voice?
The playing of rabab_Like the tidesThey silence themAnd write poems.The night owlHooting and_A new born wailing Among the dead flowers.Can we smile again?Can we live again? -
The playing of rabab_Like the tidesThey silence themAnd write poems.The night owlHooting and_A new born wailing Among the dead flowers.Can we smile again?Can we live again?
اس کے لیے میری محبت غیر منقسم ہے۔ وہ ایک شخص، جو مجھے جانتا تک نہیں! میں نے اپنے دل کو سمجھا دیا ہے۔ وہ کسی اور کا: ہائے!! اور مجھے اس سے کوئی اعتراض تک نہیں! -
اس کے لیے میری محبت غیر منقسم ہے۔ وہ ایک شخص، جو مجھے جانتا تک نہیں! میں نے اپنے دل کو سمجھا دیا ہے۔ وہ کسی اور کا: ہائے!! اور مجھے اس سے کوئی اعتراض تک نہیں!
Everything is fallingIt's hard to carryThe burden- of a dead soulIn the empty yard of dungeons -
Everything is fallingIt's hard to carryThe burden- of a dead soulIn the empty yard of dungeons
I seek refuge in erroras fear may be my terrorFor those with knivesknow how to take livesIn between the e-mail and spamsWe love to shelve letters and telegramsThat's the world, a wantonan anatomy of skelton -
I seek refuge in erroras fear may be my terrorFor those with knivesknow how to take livesIn between the e-mail and spamsWe love to shelve letters and telegramsThat's the world, a wantonan anatomy of skelton
Sure, you might be thinking Why was I not able to expressClearly_Why was I silentWhen the name of my land Was mentioned_Maybe, in my townPeople were used toThe sound of Silence. -
Sure, you might be thinking Why was I not able to expressClearly_Why was I silentWhen the name of my land Was mentioned_Maybe, in my townPeople were used toThe sound of Silence.
IIIThe satisfied smiles_the wounded warriorsThey call it mishapWe call it murder -
IIIThe satisfied smiles_the wounded warriorsThey call it mishapWe call it murder
IIDream of the deadly disease- heartache, tormented sound of sorrow Insights the anguish -
IIDream of the deadly disease- heartache, tormented sound of sorrow Insights the anguish
IMourning and melody meet In the far flung forestAnd burn the fireflies _dream -
IMourning and melody meet In the far flung forestAnd burn the fireflies _dream