اج ابکی یاد آئی

Off weaving, smiling,

cooking in chipped pans; filled with rust, age,

filled with smells, of moments lost in time.

یاد آیا; ملتانی مٹی کی

 ,اندرونی لافز جس مین کشمکش

اور وہ دھونڈ والے ہوائی

Like a Sunflower from a garden,

I’ve plucked you to be mine.

I gift you my insanity- so you're the only one who can understand.

If not for you,

a box would be locked.

The air is turning and I’m intrigued to see if I get lost.

t is in my Thinking Ape mentality, my unspoken letters play out...
"I have been a victim,
I have been a lost soul,
I have become an abuser;
Ripped, Punched, Tormented... only to fall.
I have competed but never won,
I have obeyed the rules only to run,
I have seen the shine,
But never been the one.
I have lost my soul,
In laughter, seduction and thoughts I found someone.
I have had the reflection,
I have had the cause,
If it all ends now remember me for trying to do it all.
I have prayed for the ink to dry and to turn the page,
Seasons came and burnt the ocean,
now searching for the sky to be made."