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It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.

Munia Khan

If you rescue me from my pipe dreams, I’ll stop smoking fantasies.
MUNIA KHAN

Dreams Fantasy Rescue Smoke Stop
Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories.
MUNIA KHAN

Departure Memories Welcome
Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.
MUNIA KHAN

Frasp Healing Pain relief Scars Seal
You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead grave, Just stay with the pale moon when darkness wants the night to be brave.
MUNIA KHAN

Beauty Brace Grave Moon Night Sad Soul
Wild animals are less wild and more human than many humans of this world.
MUNIA KHAN

Animal Human Wild World
When you run out of love, it’s really hard to understand whether you have lost your heart or your heart has lost you.
MUNIA KHAN

Break Up Broken Heart Heart Lost Love Understand
Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.
MUNIA KHAN

Cure Darkness Moon Scars Smile Unseen
Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter.
MUNIA KHAN

Fountain Love Spring Thrist Winter
It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.
MUNIA KHAN

Imagination Outside Poet Rain Roof Writer
It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.
MUNIA KHAN

Bee Cruel Death Deep Honey Ignorance
It is hard to befool a fool who has already been fooled so many times.
MUNIA KHAN

Break Up Broken Heart Fools
Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.
MUNIA KHAN

Broken Heart Fragile Glass
Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them.
MUNIA KHAN

Change Color Dry Flower Help Love Petal
Take me to ‘nowhere’ when distance belongs here, there, everywhere.
MUNIA KHAN

Broken Heart Distance
The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive.
MUNIA KHAN

Alive Dead Heart Love
I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.
MUNIA KHAN

Breath Fall Glimmer Lifetime Light Loneliness Ocean Rise

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