Iqran R. | Film – Photography – Design

King of my heart

If you cut open my heart,

you’d see people on fossilisied
on different layers
some old, some new
layer upon layer

dig into my heart
like an archaeologist
digging through time
to uncover ancient civilizations:
lost cities, forgotten kings and queens,
and their buried treasure

destroyed thrones.

you will find 

lovers, friends, strangers

lying next to me

like Heer Ranjha

peacefully sleeping next to each other

forever

hand in hand

If like an archiologist

you try to find out 

how my kings and queen lived

what made them laughed
What ended them?
digging deeper to see
what raveged it all.

If you keep digging,
You will find

the cause that destroyed 

Kingdom  after kingdom
City after city
cities i built brick by brick

With my bare hands

If you keep looking,

For the cause that killed eveyrone,
You will see,
Some died from lack of it,
Some drowned in its abundance,
And some never found

When you will get close to it,

What ruined

you and me

it would kill you to know
the cause was always

love.