ATAullah's thingy

A bout with resurrection,
The failure learning from mistakes
-our scars remind us that the past was real,
our scars are where Fate pierced us with cold steel.

The ways of Time-to inflict and forget,
Never too soon,never too late
-our scars are silent screams,
our scars are broken dreams.

Hollow songs mark your lies,
Empty Poetry repeats the Truth to none
-our scars are how Love hurt,
our scars were etched when we lost Hope.

Living upto the world that stretched us too far,
We cried,we bled when no one saw
-our scars tell us that the wounds will feel,
but our scars are those we’ll always feel.


Hailstorms of ideas,
Innovation inspired by the Gods,
But no one looks up.
Beauty in the innocence of age
And the world that kills it,
But no one looks up.

Our scars are only for us to know,
our scars are only for us to feel.