Confess if you are wrong
you can not hide from me...

Could you be my imam?
Would you enter my temple...

The day you entered my life
I was still living eyes closed...

Crescent moon
whispered my ear...

Bitter, harsh lies
they taste like raindrops on mud...

Poems are my suicide,
love is my depression...

Left body alone
One night my soul did not come...

Who gave us rights
to let people to get executed...

Bullets through her heart
puddle of blood on the cold floor...

I scratch a match stick
its flame start burning...

Please don't deny my love
every word you refuse it...

I told you
I will be back...