Over my face
Those looks were locked
Over my silence
The emotions spoke aloud
What was said to me
Wasn’t just for the ears
What was shown to me
Wasn’t just for the eyes
Spent a few seasons like this
When mornings were mine
But evenings became special
I didn’t searched for the answers
As questions decided to rest
Away from all the rush
I wondered what else to wish for
Blog of Hammad Rais 
Hearing and seeing through the inward, or through the self, though I was going to say body
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Good to do this on a daily basis
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will do
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