Eyan Ahmad

"Could eyes tell, how much tears, they shed? The fervour in them, told whole journey. It happened the day, When love was murdered."

"Opened my eyes as dawn had arrived, All over news conquered, channels had strived," writes the poet Eyan Ahmad.

"The new ray of hope seems to be dried up With fake consolations, making me fried up," writes the poet, Eyan Ahmad.

"May I recall the reveries The graveyard of memories About to laden by soil slumberous But denied by their stubbornness," writes the poet.

"Why I love world, that'll finish one day? Why I collect wealth, that'll slip away All, made of clay, and got mixed in it That's the truth, I should know," writes the poet.

"The grievances, I had sought The heart still twirling around dream. Do healers possess such a herb? I could heal wounds of broken heart," writes the poet.

"Imaginations, as lethal as poison, I know Those are just my mind's creation In their absence, is, but life a throw," writes the poet.

"Of being the sign of eccentricity, Their lunacy could be the reason The one way path of mind, putting Them in the knowledge prison," writes the poet.