Life, death, and inhumanity in between
My friend described the way he buried him under the moonlight; A white dog, buried under the bright– full moon light; He cried.
I didn’t.
As Above so Below
Stars! Below, above, on the sides: clouds. Darkness, further behind stretched, etched in an unfathomable cloth of infinite space that lingers, and lingers, and lingers… I remain in the Center. At the same place where you are; Where you sprout, where I sprout, where they became too! I raise my hand. As it vibrates in…
Knowing the Uncertain
How it is!
A group of lights gives us the sense of what another group of lights looks like.
Cycle
To breath,
to feel the air
as it rips the cells of your lips;
Old!
After forty years
none of these will have a meaning;
Your face will be full of wrinkles
your hands will shiver
your smile will wither
just like–
when you were born!
Choice’S
A truth, a doubt, a lie.
Who am I to judge, to deny
which is which
and why is why,
who you are
or what am I!
Cycle of Life
Life, curiosity
Life,
Life, curiosity
Rust
We get old!
Just like the stories we tell
just like the words we share.
Live…
Life goes on. Today we are awake next day we are dead, dead, just like that! Some die by an unknown grenade thrown in the air, some having the fun of their lives… with their wives, or some other girl they don’t even recognize. But still, they all die… followed by crocodile tears that fake…
The Flow
Who knows how far the sky stretches or how fast, the clouds can dance and in which direction the wind blows when the rain falls, and the pain grows! Or why waves aim to kiss the moon seeking her affection, receiving wounds trying to reach what they know they can’t how sad are the waves,…
kushtrimthaqi 