• naqsaif 41w

    You start off the day with an upheaval
    Of your already weary
    But somehow young soul
    You roll the tip of your pen
    Across papers of sorts
    Writing the words
    You cannot comprehend

    You sigh out
    The tedious, monotonous presumptions
    Of the world around you
    And breath in the
    Faint scent of hope
    Mingled with coffee

    You see meaning
    In the meaningless
    Awaiting the meaning of whole

    You witness the murder of imagination
    At the hands of brilliant minds
    Already imaginatively bankrupt

    You drag yourself through the hedious alley
    Of dark secrets,
    Deep wounds,
    Unhealed scars,
    Bleeding emotions,
    Salty smiles,
    gut wrenching cries,
    And the demonic cult called life
    With your head held high.

    You skid to a halt
    When you reach the exit
    Only to be dragged back again
    Where all of this started

    You find the questions
    To those answers you have been seeking
    You realise time isn't a factor
    And life isn't the perpetual phenomenon
    Of suffering
    alone.

    You are all that you have
    And love is your only source of energy

    It is then where words come alive
    And imagination dances
    at the edge of your consciousness

    You know your today
    Is someone's tomorrow
    You are a sense , a reason , a value

    The world is matter
    And you are that small particle of antimatter
    Counting backwards to your annihilation.
    You are a force
    And the world is as ignorant
    As Newton was
    Before he discovered gravity.


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    Force

    The world is matter
    And you are that small particle of antimatter
    Counting backwards to your annihilation.
    You are a force
    And the world is as ignorant
    As Newton was
    Before he discovered gravity.


    ©naqsaif