MOTHER

I walked the plains
And hills that lay by the rivers
I have eaten the fruits
Of every tree that treasures love
I have lived by the shelters
Of their branches that blind the shine
I have not found a reason
To lust over everything I liked
They got me into their wings
Protecting me against the heavy winds
They got me pair of shoes
Helping me walk the thorns
The waters from the fall
Bathe me every morning
The stars above me
Greet me with smile every evening
There is no shy
For I do not feel different
There is no greed
For I do not envy the creed.
I feel like god
Living among other gods.
I don't have a mother
Other than this beautiful nature.

-Aroon Che

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SLUT

His skin's peeled open
Like that of a dead carcasses
He signed no death or pain
Blood didn't flow out of his veins
He just laid still smiling
At Some distant memory
He slowly turned his head
To see me for what I have done him
He had no lips but only muscle
The cartilage above and the cheeks
Slowly responded to his turning
Shaking to the jerk his turn gave
His eyes, blue as sky, shined like that of smooth beaches
In the sun, under the torch I held
My men walked back a feet
As he rose to walk to me
He felt no danger but I was handy with my sword
He walked to me close as much as an inch
Panting his fresh breath on my sweaty face
Making me calm within and throw myself
On this shoulder, I dropped my sword
And the fire onto to the floor
The last I remember was the touch of his blood filled muscle
On my tanned chins.
I felt life. Walking out of me
Slowly and with care that I don't feel the pain.
I felt life. I felt mother. I felt cleansed.
Like a baby just out of the womb
Like a seed that pushes the dust to prop out
Why did I peel him off
To give him no face
Just to find the real peace
In all this chaos of human race?

-Aroon Che

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HOPE

Let the candles burn
Till the nights stay
And fear leave us free
The morals and the epics run
With us all the way
Into this darkness we flee
The men of war promised us
A faith to be with
It doesn't matter who the gods be
There is hope in us
And we shall not die as a myth
In this run for love and life
So I plead you
Let the candles burn
Till the nights stay
And fear leave us free
From the devils inside
And the darkness outside

-Aroon Che

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THE RAINS

The rains
They are coming
On the clouds of mine
To the soils of thine
They are coming
From my real dreams
To your illusive realities
They shall slip off  my arms
To fall gentle on your bosoms
Rattling with happiness
On the rooftop and courtyard
They shall run through your temples
Like beads of water on the lotuses
O'  they are still mine but yours
I need them like flowers in the vases
But thy shall have them to quench the  thirsts
They are my slaves
But for you, they shall be saviours
I sip them from rivers
Not with need but for nature
I slip them onto to you
Not with love but with labour
The duty of a mind
Is not to think but to believe
The duty of a body
Is not to contain but to perspire
The rains
They are coming
From the real me
To the real you
They shall fall gentle
And heal the pain
The dust shall settle
Showing you the way home.

-Aroon Che

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