Wahid's blog

  Sometimes I realize that I like you too much. Sometimes I think how lucky I would be if you could be mine. Sometimes I just take deep breath thinking that you exist.   Sometimes I just want to tell her that you are beautiful, Probably you are tired of this, listening this thousand times Lots of barrier between us but still I like you too much. You are my angle, my darling but you probably unaware of this.   You are the morning of October, scented and cold You are the river which craving through my heart You can swipe away pain, you’re tidy and deep Your hair, your eyes having more current than any falls You are not any random thought which doesn’t have base Rather I write random poems to stretch you, your beauty This is how I express my love for you.  

  ‘The creation of life ' Sometimes I think that universe is nothing but an illusion I have doubts whether the people around me are real or not? Or everything is just dreams or simulation? Do you feel the same way I think? Do you think that our life is one directional? Or this direction of life is an infinite loop?   Why people died in a painful way? Why people born if there is an end? Why there is so much chaos between the birth and death? Everything in this universe which has a beginning must has an end, Then why things are being created?   What the purpose creating such a complex structure? Do you think that we are unique and alone? Why suffering after being the God’s finest creation? Why we love each other or feel a connection? Then why we hate each other?   ‘The death' We grow up, grow further, reached on the ultimate state of being chaotic That is the adulthood Then we downgrade, everything reversed while we getting old...