Of tombs and dreams


The fool thinks the sky is his home; Makes no sense when he says dreams give him wings.

“Tonight I fly again” he bellowed “I close my eyes, and I fly. Away from you, away from living, away from the lands of barren dreams.”

Those Soaked in blood, burning alive in the pyre of their innocent hopes, looked down at their efforts, shrouded in dust. All their efforts of escape went in vain. In the end,

They took pride in failure.

There weren’t houses. only tombs.


In collaboration with her majesty, Nawazish.

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