When I write reality is merged into the thoughts and perceptions of I. Writing are not just words, are but the reflections of a mind - a craving mass of confusion that seeks the clarification of all matters that it ever encounters. And this mind asks me to somehow express my thoughts and reactions towards: Visions of love; the hopes; the self-pity; the expressions of remorse; the regrets of rejection; the confusions between the past and present; the death of a soul; the re-incarnation; the losses that broke; the wants that prevoke; the thirst, the hunger; the stubborness to remain unfed; the dreams of the insomniac; the fake awakening; the fears that gereminate courage; the courage that loses to cowardess. click here to read Aurangzeb PARACHA's other poems on SAWF.