My Age

I have grown physically...

But my psyche is still in adolescence...

Like a boy doing his homeworks...

Like a kid not mature enough to think responsibilities...

Like a child always afraid of physical relations...

His psychological growth has been arrested....

He fell into a pool of water that reflected the beauty of Narcissus...

Being alone means independence...

Being away means resistance...

Being close means weakness...

My age is counted on my soul

its infinite...its eternal and ethereal...

THE YOUNGEST IN THE GRAVE YARD

He came with large mob

They filled his tomb with tears

The tomb shone with tears

His body found peace in this grave

His soul is departed to his master

The lips moved for his soul

The heart wept for his loss

Oh, My Dear Brother

You overturned all of us

This is your final resting place

Of course,

You are created from this clay

Definitely

You will return to this sand

Once Again

You will be resurrected from this mud

Oh, My Dear Brother

Your hearth is my heart

Your breath is my life

Your death is my loss

You brightened every one's life

Your life is far more radiant

Oh, My Dear Brother

I miss you

I love you

I envy you

You short lived but

Out numbered the deeds

His smile flashes on memories

His soul flushes in dreams

No Need to say good bye

Meet you again in paradise 

My confession

I confess to my Lord for all my sins

I confess to my mother for all my childishness

I confess to my master for forgiveness

I confess to those who feel the sense of hurt

I confess all the men that I cannot tread the path with them as an ordinary man

I am unique

I am a prisoner of my thoughts

I am the captive of my deeds

I am a friend of bad tidings

I am at the footsteps of my master begging his authority to enter his path

I am not quite ready for this adventure

I wear the mask of invisibility

I hide my face from realities of world

I am mad

I am bad

Let me cry in darkness

Let me smile in full sun