Ziya's Blog

 Blue and white shades,  All around or just straight,  The rails unfold,  Along the way.  The next stop,  I know,  But then truly,  Do I know?  The last stop, I saw And it haunts me,  To this platform.  Forget it, you ask,  Remember it, I say,  I need to know,  What the world is, everyday.  What is the world everyday?  It's buzzing people all around,  With happiness, joy, love and smiles,  With sadness, cry, tears and vice.  They all have a happy face,  They all live so happy a life,  The O God, why,  Do I see them cry?  Why can't we all Just be happy for  Each one around?  Why can't we all,  Leave hate for our own?  Why is jealousy a feeling?  Why is innocence a vice?  Do we in this world,  Need only a face  That is nice?  Trust is entrusted,  Innocence is sold,  The price to pay is high Be careful of them all. 

 The sudden patter,  The sudden shower,  It's 1.30 in the night,  The beautiful glimmer.  The trees are dark,  With leaves, oh so bright,  It's a pitch black night,  With just one lamp alive.  My worries disappear, As I watch each twine,  My sleep appears,  Oh, after such a long time.  The lamp felt lonely,  So the thunder came by,  The heat left all,  The fresh odour of mud said 'Hi! ' O you beautiful raindrops,  You fall from up around,  Making splashing puddles,  Or shimmering pearls.  This is me welcoming you,  At 1.30 in the night.  I sit here,  Unable to sleep just yet,  You soothe me,  And that's all I need.  Who else is watching you,  I wonder in mind,  Is it my bestie?  Or is it the owl?  Or is it the guy who always fouled?  Is it the medicine?  Or is it she who made me laugh?  Is it your soldier?  Or is it he,...