Being hopelessly practical in a hopefully impractical world
This constant flux, would one day tear me apart,
And left will be oblivion of silence,
That would come to me, with a surprised momentary lapse:
Wish that I could stay a Bit above this world,
Its tensions and pretensions,
Eating me away from within of what is mine,
Like a moth eaten, softened, aged wood.
This constant flux, would one day tear me apart,
And left will be oblivion of silence,
That would come to me, with a surprised momentary lapse:
Wish that I could stay a Bit above this world,
Its tensions and pretensions,
Eating me away from within of what is mine,
Like a moth eaten, softened, aged wood.
Wish I could smile, my true smile,
And not through those true masks of tears.
Wish I could live my true life,
And not through the death by civilized norms.
I know I shall die one day,
But that is all I shall do for Death.
And for the living part,
I know I live through death every day,
But that is all I do for living.
~Sept, 20th, 2015.
And not through those true masks of tears.
Wish I could live my true life,
And not through the death by civilized norms.
I know I shall die one day,
But that is all I shall do for Death.
And for the living part,
I know I live through death every day,
But that is all I do for living.
~Sept, 20th, 2015.
My best wishes, you stayed as passionate as you once were and it's the best part. Wise,honest words. Stay blessed!
ReplyDeleteRegards;
Abdullah Tanveer