Song : E7saas Fazee3
Singer : Mohammad Hamaki
Hey, where are you?
Let me hear your voice
Even if my wish isn’t heard
I’ll keep screaming I love you
Hey, can you hear
My voice, my song?
My tears may not fall
But my whole body is crying
The day we met
In my eyes
You were shaped like love
I don’t care if my chest is shredded
And my heart is ripped out
I want to hold you
I want to touch your hair, your fingers, your cheeks
Your eyelashes, your lips one last time
Because my hands were surely made
Only to hold you
Hey, even if you
Lose your colour and become a dream
I won’t forget you, can’t erase you
You’re carved into my whole body
The day we became one
I followed your lips
As they formed the words “I love you”
I don’t care if my dreams are shredded and my love is taken away
I want to hold you
I want to take back your broken smile and lips I can’t touch
And warm them
I’ll catch you when you fall
Forever beautiful
I want to hold you just one more time
And say “I love you” and “I love you”
I want to touch your hair, your fingers, your cheeks
Your eyelashes, your lips one last time
Because my hands were surely made
Only to hold you
Hey, wherever you are
I can hear your voice
Until my wish is heard, until it comes true, I’ll keep screaming
I love you
a longing person remains in alienation
he has no friends in life
who trust the world of misfortunes
you trample on fellows in the dust
i wonder at the one who wants you while he knows
that you are the strangest of creation
except for the beautiful meaning that i have
i would not have stayed in it
i found Allah, God of the Universe
all the creatures love him
there are many evidences that he is the One
despite the false arguments
contemplate on the Most Merciful abilties
you will be guided to truth
look everywhere
your question will be answered
shift from earth shades
do not ever be deceived by mirage
stand on the graves, it’s a memory
that you will tank and then you will forget
Memories? some people define it as history, or past. things or matter that one will said in the law of linguistic as ” in past-tense”. what we do now, within the next second will become a memory to us. we might remember and able to recall it days, weeks, months, even years later. The cheerful one will make us a smile or smirk out of the sudden, the sorrowful one will make our face turn sour and more to it.. our whole reaction is offline for sometimes.
ghost of the past will always haunt us. no matter how far we gone through this life, it will always appear and reappear. some said face your fear is the only way to overcome it. so should I face the past and accept the fact? move on.. or should I conceal it and run from it.
Insanity… as prescribe by Einstein ” the repetition of an action while expecting the same result.”
Insanity… by my own words is, the point of time when my brain questioning a question and millisecond after, my brain will provide an answer itself despite its logic or not logic. Either way it provide more question yet in answer one question satisfying to my own content.
Life.. to me is just a matter of a object, organism which is live in a state of period of time, moments, or whatever thing you shall call it. Day after day you will just repeating the same thing over and over again and yet expecting different results. Is not that what called insane? Each day in this what we known as life we found question and we got answer each day by us or upon hearing what others has said to us. sometimes the question asked sounds beyond logic, an sometimes the answer we receive is not even logic to our own acceptance of knowledge. so are we all insane? maybe.. in my point of view. since to my belief at this second I am insane. insane enough to write this gibberish.
Love? Upon some moment in our life either we reach the age of puberty or the age of majority or whether we not even in the age of child we found this undefined feelings that to our heart and belief we state it as love. it brings numerous emotions and effect physically or psychologically. and which action we do, done, did, comes with an aftermath. resulting in regrets, affection, obsession, contempt, hates, lies, truth, faith, etc. and in the end when it is over all that left is memories.
Memories? some people define it as history, or past. things or matter that one will said in the law of linguistic as ” in past-tense”
to be cont.
