Continue to your download.
Start Interactive Ad Now
Thanks for watching.
Azaan"Allahu-Akbar! Ash-haduan-la ilaha illa llah"- I couldhear all the morning long.Where the propheticchime of men reignslike a hallowed gong.The serotinal skedaddleTo the Firdaws cracked upIn phrases with utterPromises at the miserable unseen.La 'ilaha 'illa l-Lah,Who whispered loud,Was adept in coax of all od.Pilfered the heart of heat,Leaving lamenting inThe creeds, finagledThe trust of bod.Distraught, as the giddyPerson bedraggles the penitence,I remember the relentlessSunshine of the mind.Reading all of sudden-"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!The world forgetting, by the world forgot.Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;"Obviated the claim-less being.Found in horrifyingDark, I fell upon theImage of mark.Lost in the obstreperousMalevolence, I ditheredAt the known streets.The ravine of loveLacerates the senses,Swindles the quicksand,Foists upon the faustian heel.Bemused at the endOf murky repreh
A Song Could be HeardA Song Could be HeardI wish I could be easier,I wish I could show all,I wish I loved you much,The way my soul does,I wish I lied earlier,I wish I woke sooner,I wish I put things right,I wish I turned it brighter.I wish I could stay there,That I promised forever.Think I cut the chords offMy guitar,Now thats never gonna cryWith stretched numbers.I covered it lighterLest you could be hurt,I touched it fainterLest you could crack up.Theres a full lot ofWrite-ups in the old book,Disappearing everydayLike missed out a word:I love you.That sounds the ardentStill after so long depart.I still stare at the window,So do you;I still forget the alarm,Oh, its not you;I still check the clock at night,As you do.Theres a whole lot of greetingsThats never gonna chime,Theres a whole lot of tearsThats never gonna wipe.Seen the little NightingaleAt your feet,That wakes up every morningIn too deep?And I see her eve