I am so tired
What should I do
Nobody knows
About my soul
About my heart
About my mood
Why I am so sad

unfortunately
the
sand
is
between
us.
you
were died
i am alive

And so I turned my poems
Into a hot air balloon
And held on until the clouds
Were suffocating,
Until like ants you disappeared
Into the earth.
The oxygen eventually depleted
And while choking for air
I grasped still to these words,
These fleeting moments of
Clarity,
Until darkness consumed me
At last

I just read the first page
of James Joyce’s ‘novel’
Finnegan’s Wake;
Joyce makes up new words
and uses so many new words
that I could not comprehend
what Joyce had written.

Should authors make effort
to use words
which their audience
can understand?

Somethings are still left
Unsaid
But always wanted to be said
Distress
Sometimes i feel everything
And on the next movement I feel nothing
I’ve made a fictional thought
But there is a reality
Who fought
How creative god is
Sitting on those clouds
Watching us
We’ve been so loud
Oh Wow
Still not a single crease on God’s head
How beautifully god created
Us
In this dramatical fuss
Some with love
kindness
beauty
happiness
knowledge
& joy
And in return we gave him
Hate
Misery
Greed
Bloodshed
Fear
War
Slavery
I guess Only trouble
God desired us and made us
Named us
Humans
One of his most beautiful creation
God give us sun
Give us nature
We made his fun
God made humans
With grace and humanity
Look what we did with
This sweet opportunity
Neither less
Nor high
God give us a complete structure
To fly
And we thought god just made us to
Lie
God never had a gender
In his mind
Man forward
Women backward and behind
Who made us
We made him
And differentiate him
In form of man and women
Women with hijab
And man with strong muscle
I think sometimes God might have a thought
On his own innovation
No, it’s humans created hustle
I hope one day we all will understand
We human
And mother earth is
God’s grace
So we just have to embrace

a flower brain across the rain,
scents of love mixed up with rage,
love was the feeling of desires,
an eye so blind in times of anger,
whims boiling heavy rain,
my flower brain can touch, can smell,
forever wet, always in the motion of the mind,
electric juice to pour a web of luxury and vivid gaze,
scarves of woody oils, petrol and water,
steams of refreshing scents indulge the body of your reign,
gentle rose blooming in the void of the Universe,
red petals melting the coldness up above the sky,
the seed, the blossom of science and genesis,
a shore of steam freezing the burning flames of hell,
it’s a heaven of divine architecture,
the throne and treasures of the magic life,
a rose so red, exploding the structure of the Universe,
decimating, vanishing a galaxy,
time’s wonder would melt and wound my lust.


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