Midnight Thoughts

There are so many secrets in the last hours of the night. In this world of silence, under the open sky, there is only one mirror that gives place to so many untold stories. Finding themselves the only lonely companion in the crowd, the crumbs born in this mirror are now consoling their occupants that this afternoon you will be the home of gypsies who will save you from this nomad. Laughing at this consolation is the only abode of the born splinters

That nomadism will end! He himself has reached such a stage today for these secrets that no sound is heard from him now and the feeling of being rejected is giving birth to new colors in his ink. How will this watch, which itself is immersed in the swamp of nomadism, end the nomadism of these stories and buried secrets?

After all, the mirrors and shards that are looking at the future of their inhabitants are not familiar with their present day, that in this future tomorrow, their own identity will not be seen anywhere in the page of existence. What is the matter with these gypsies? There are travelers on the same route from where the safe haven was attacked for a while, but to this day no one has asked these gypsies that every place becomes their home. Nor did anyone ever pay attention to these gypsies as to why they stumbled from door to door ... what is it about them that takes everything with them?

I don’t know how many people have been sacrificed by these gypsies ... I don’t know when these gypsies will find their home, the night and the stars dressed up beautifully in Pakistani bridal wear, shining bright, where there will be camps of peace like the silence spread in Asphar and then they will not be looking for any door anywhere. Will get lost.