January 20th, 2017, posted in Bulleh Shah, Sufism, Words
Let us go Bulley to that pure place,
Where everyone is blind,
Where no recognizes my caste or creed,
And thus no one will praise me for it.
November 21st, 2016, posted in Art, LoVE, Scarface'S DIARY, Words
I always thought I was proper in whatever I did. Good or bad, moral or immoral, distasteful or alluring – I gave proper respect to every stage, like a skillful bureaucrat. But..
When it comes to her,
I’ve been reckless
And that’s why I believe
I have truly loved.
November 19th, 2016, posted in Scarface'S DIARY, Words
شادي كوچکی می خواهم
آن قدر کوچک
که کسی نخواهد از من بگیرد
I want small joys
So small that
No one would want to take it away from me