AND THEN I CRY
And then I cry for love I want to have
And then I cry for love I finally found
And then I cry for love I have
And then I cry for love I can’t keep
And then I cry...
2003
Posted by nazla at 6:47:00 PM
HE WHO HIS SPOKEN WAS NOTHING BUT LOVE
On evening,
I walked around the town
Where all memories were found
Dancing leaves, breezing wind
Warmed me, made a grin
I saw him, so suddenly, sorrounded by noise
Talked in low voice
but smiled as a child pose
So I stopped by and came close
He was string up words in the air
A jest, a joke, hanged in there
But I took ‘em and write off
Cause I heard nothing but love
That was a wondrous show
As if world dragged slow
There was nothing but a beauty
As night wind turn into morning dewdrop
As flower petals unfold
As dusk sky glow in gold
My eyes couldn’t take off
of him— He, who his spoken was nothing but love
2003
Posted by nazla at 6:47:00 PM
WHO
Who caught me by love, Dear
Chained me, suddenly and queer
Is it a fate? — but I fear
I couldn’t undo what We’re
Altough, who can escape
From love-throb in heart
Ceaseless from where it start
Who grasped me on fondness, tell!
Your smile that win, shall
I cage it into my dwell—
Stay forever, my Lover!
I had enough tears to shed
To mourned, to grieved so long
were the days I belong
Who sang me a lullaby,
So my sorrow gone by?
2003
Posted by nazla at 6:43:00 PM
Cry for Me, Rain!
Cry for me, rain!
For my unspoken pain
Pour the ground, hide me from the sounds
of my untouchable saint
Your sad song i hear
With a big orchestra
From the rhythm of thunderstorm;
deafening my ear
I feel your cold air
Freeze my wounded heart;
Blood drop was stop
But shiver stay still
Flood me, let me floated down the river
Drift me, carry me to the sea
So if your grief was over
I can see a rainbow
Standing in the edge of the ocean
2003
Posted by nazla at 6:43:00 PM
LETS DANCE
I see u trough the glasses of dream
Sitting there on a cold bench, shaking u seem
O, my beloved angel, come and come
To me,
to an unreal moment i paint
to an imagenary time i restraint
Lets dance, lets dance
With me,
with my empty night
with my desperate sight
Come, hurry come!
My soul would be taken away
to the dark of the darkness
I sold my breath to death
For the song of romance
For the tap of your dance...
2003
Posted by nazla at 5:12:00 PM