Writings of Niaz

I keep getting drained out, it ruins my rhyme
I drink spirit-wine to fix my poetry paradigm

Too much of this loneliness and I’m numb
Is my existence even a … Read the rest

I see a hell of a life, no sound to scream
Not true but it all happened in my dream

All I can see is a window, light passes
In … Read the rest

Needle, I take the drugs into my arm
I thought I would feel a sense of alarm

Not really, surprisingly it feels too well
At first, it hurt and then … Read the rest

Falling down a branch, a single leaf
It falls on the ground, it’s in disbelief

A wingless bird watches others fly
It dreams of being back in the sky

The … Read the rest