Shayea

ملکوتی

Shayea
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ملکوتی

Divine

I'm feeling like picking fruits from trees
My wife tell me she's pregnant
I go for a part-time job
My [criminal] record be clean
To walk in streets like I'm feeling there is money
Buy whatever that I need in the house
There be money, cash
So much for them to call me Mister behind my back
Not to ask how much is the water bill
 
Out of economical, working,
official, commercial, accounting topics
I always feel there is an empty space inside me
That sometimes drops my pressure
It's like I'm looking for something that ain't here
I expect Mars from the Earth
Oh, screw this feeling that
You don't know why you are tired
Swear to your life, a few days ago
I wanted to hit the plains and deserts, not to take a phone
Not even an ear to explain to
What I tolerate from you
A blanket under, a clothe on the top
The only sound be coming from the parrot
I take the incense out of the can
And we go with the God in Divine realms
 
I'm being missed on the waves of the clouds
Who cares, I want the sky to be a sea
I want to make a window not to open one
Are you blocked from today and that's why you are sticking to tomorrow
You are hanging from a thread
A link of the wind
Everything be in your control
You are free to choose
Under your feet is not solid
You are standing on a gap
There will be a day when you have fell from the height
 
Is your family happy with you?
Do you even know how your friend is doing?
Are being careful not to let them have their hearts emptied?
Do you take them to a beautiful place every month?
Are they good because they have you?
When you ask how they are doing, do they say they are awesome?
Do you call the dear (mom/grandma) and say "Are you okay mother"?
Do they have what they need in the house?
What part of it are we, me and you?
Do we want the God or an economical God?
We and a rich life?
That's it?
So what will be left as a memento
Let's even assume that the relatives died from jealousy
Let's even assume that the cousin stopped having it in
Have you ever hyped somebody?
If you don't be around, will they miss you?
From a lot of people, a weight was left
In their grandkids' pockets, they went (died)
We kissed a lot of other people's pictures as well
Despite them not having money and not being good-looking in the pictures
However, till they were around, there were sweets in the candy bowls without any candy (they provided sweetness of the life without much)
At the very least, he didn't suffer anybody
He didn't have money
But was a human being
 
I'm being missed on the waves of the clouds
Who cares, I want the sky to be a sea
I want to make a window not to open one
Are you blocked from today and that's why you are sticking to tomorrow
You are hanging from a thread
A link of the wind
Everything be in your control
You are free to choose
Under your feet is not solid
You are standing on a gap
There will be a day when you have fell from the height
 
Slow slowly you degrade
Your hair count drops
You stroll, thinking, on the highway
You and the rubber bands around the bills
You and the memory of the times when
There was a power in your joints
There was blood on the sidewalks
Sacrifices, Azaan, the sound of Rabana1
The memory of the times when
Sir (father/grandpa) would say excuse me
But for everybody it's just important "What will I earn/get at the end of it?"
It's the story of all of us
Asserting/claiming, at the end, regretful
All of our hands was left in chalk (broken)
There is no more news about yesterday
Do you have the news that he won't come back?
Don't you forget
Don't you forget
Don't you forget
Live
 
Asli2
 
I'm being missed on the waves of the clouds
Who cares, I want the sky to be a sea
I want to make a window not to open one
Are you blocked from today and that's why you are sticking to tomorrow
You are hanging from a thread
A link of the wind
Everything be in your control
You are free to choose
Under your feet is not solid
You are standing on a gap
There will be a day when you have fell from the height
 
  • 1. The religious theme of a normal afternoon in a "holy" month probably when they sacrifice animals.
  • 2. Literally, "The original", Shayea and Mahyar's label.
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Yaas Yaas
submitted on 28 Set 2021 - 20:38
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