A small seed grows into a white tree;
slowly turning black, a little Juliet jumps down.
Quick! she says, we haven’t got long to talk.
You say love and hate is painful;
that lies are as hurtful as truth;
dreams held dear become mockery;
purity and goodness is made a sham.
Yet show me a man this world hasn’t broken;
ah, but this dream does not exist.
To court life is to court pain,
to live without pain
is to accept one foot in the grave.
Go! then, while we both have time,
take yourself far and wide,
meet everyone, see all, then come back,
tell me stories about our little world.
I want to send you off with a wish;
this world has already broken you,
it’s not hard to see this, yet
you still have passion in your eyes.
Romeo was much the same,
a broken boy that lived for his dreams; and
this is your wish, one of Romeo and Juliet.
A life of love that ends in death, a boy
that courts pain and pleasure with both hands,
and a mouth screaming for more;
more of it all until the curtains close.
Photo taken in Islamabad, Pakistan.