Clouds in the city

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Like a dust particle
hit away hard by the wind
I travel almost without any direction
without any true sense
all is lost what I thought I had
in my hands and in my life
not upset by the way
either my life moves
or I make it move like this
I’ve come to know that
it’s only me, only me
who makes compromises for love
who opens the windows to wait
for the rain to fall
even when there’s no cloud in the city

My sense of pride
and hopes of good things reside in me
as if I’m a star who may light up again
after crashing down from heaven to earth
every time I fail to understand
my real position, my real purpose
it always happens to me
either my life moves like this
or I was destined to be here
I’ve come to know that
it’s only me, only me
who makes room for love
who opens the windows to wait
for the rain to fall
even when there’s no cloud in the city

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2005)
Islamabad, Pakistan
The page is a part of Cool Bluez

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