Light breeze
this, precious life of men how frail it is, how fragile, how plain; it breaks, just by a push of wind a vein cut, a missing dream. it shatters, and crumbles to the ground, followed by trains noise the sound of tears or……
Thought
Faces, they get old. And tears, they dry out. Clouds wont stop their dance even if my breathing stops, even if i die.
Taking a stroll
This, journey of men, how strange it is, how confusing, and yet, how plain! Just a never-ending cycle of walking on top of faces, walking through faces, or walking under faces! Nothing complicated on that. But we tend, we strain ourselves so much, and finally, we complicate things. We are not doing anything special, we…
Journey
Leave me alone, With the leaves, and with the bees With the air that flies freely And those rays that sting deep Leave me there with my friends Some of them, whom i don’t know Leave me there in that open field And maybe one day, i’ll find my soul.
Death
If i were to die today would you cry for me or laugh in my stead! Would you buy a rose or, cut it somewhere then throw it at my grave as a way to show your grace! Would you stay at my funeral without making a sound alone, or in a crowd? And then,…
Pulling strings in the gusting wind
Maybe… I’m a puppet, or even worse than that! Maybe… I’m just a puppeteer, taking more pleasure in controlling others than in controlling myself! But, then again maybe I’m neither of them, maybe I’m just a voodooist making someone bleed, while putting needles into someone else! Maybe… I’m a mirror, reflecting who you are! Maybe……
Missing
Here it comes again that time of year that time, when the air i breath, turns weird that time, when the words i usually use lose their strength, their feel they start to vanish leaving me, leaving me here! That time, when i feel weak, incomplete like i’m missing a limb or another part of…
C’est la vie
Your words may cry and it’s not your fault your dreams may change depending on your thoughts you will bleed alot without getting cut life will move on you will hold on, you will remain strong! They will step on you you wont shout, they will cut your tongue you wont laugh, they will break…
Mixed Thoughts
Here we go… We want what we don’t; We see what we can’t; Then we spend our whole life trying to reach the clouds only to jump, only to hear that BAMMM that is created when our head touches the ground!
Chained
A dead tree laying on the side of a lonely road almost dead, withered, and in pain trying to live or feigning death who knows… either way, he looks sad! The way how the wind beats, on his once strong crown and the way how his roots cling, on that soft soil not letting go,…
kushtrimthaqi 