untraceable

sometimes
a broken glass
is not just a broken glass.
it is the smashed flight
of a hopeful
bird.

"Mere Haathon ki lakeeron main yeh aib chupa hai mohsin
ke main jis shakhs ko chah lo wo mera nai rehta
Main Roz-e-Hashr Ka Qaayal Hun Phir Bhi Hanstaa Hun
Ke Aik Bandaa Khudaa Ko Hisaab kyaa Degaa"

I... I... I...
I
uh, well I

ever wondered...??

"We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are."

makes no sense though

Is this the real life?
or just a fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
no escape from reality...
Open your eyes,
look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor thing
and I know,
I need no sympathy...

Just wondering

what I once was
I will never be again.
what I am
I have never been
and never will...
isn’t it strange
that I never am
what I really am?...

Love ^ happiness

Love and happiness do not overlap by definition...
they only intersect now and then.
And yet,
not having loved at all
is a greater loss
than
being safely unaware of such beauty and torment.
After all...
happiness is desirable
but not essential.
An intense living though is.
So one can keep searching
for deeper farther meanings in life.

amniotic circle vs dusty square

we come in waters
and leave
in dust…
we come perfectly rounded
and leave
imperfectly cornered…
life then must be
the end
of perfection.
and death…
just a gap towards the beginning.

lost and found

it is not when we are lost
that we suffer most...
but when we find
that we are responsible
for what we shall become.

nonsensical

every now and then
I simply wish
life made sense.
aside from the one I give.
or ...better yet
take.