Is zero a number?
Is numb a feeling?
Is comatose slumber?
Is sleep now healing?
Is why a question?
Is try a verb?
When you can't shake
The ***** and herb?
Is static music?
Is silence screaming?
Is nighttime cursed...
is daytime dreaming?
Rewrite (c) 5/12/2015
For those battling addiction...
It's not something you "give up"
It's something you LET GO.
for his second tour of duty
on my third birthday
a jar full of jelly beans
on the living room coffee table
she gave me one to eat, saying
"when these jelly beans
are all eaten up,
dad will come back home"
i would sneak another,
to help dad come home sooner
the phone rang
and i watched mom
wipe away a tear
as she filled
On this Remembrance Day, I think of all those who have served, with a special thought for Dad. And though she has no medals, I also think of Mom; every tour of duty Dad went through, she went through too, taking care of us on her own.
*** Edit: Thank you for all your kind words! Due to a recent outpouring of sympathy, I feel it necessary to clear up the fact that my dad did in fact make it home from this mission; his tour had simply been extended for an additional 3 months. Still, it isn't easy being part of a military family - and that's what I meant to show. ***
Either if that land comes to me
or if I go to near the moon
rather, if I count the distance between the heaven and the hell
whatever you see or say
but I see and say there is a space
How long or thick I don’t know, but there is a space
where there is a vehicle or wind even empty
and the spaces, we run through air, land or the sea
if there exists any light or dark,
even I go through the time on the light speed
there I have seen a long space
Even between you and me
a little or big space
when I close to you
it has grown compact and even sometimes turned to dark
I can't see you
rather I see there is a space between you and me
And the star to star
sun to other stars
earth and the moon
and the moon and me
where there is a you there is at least a little space
even it dark or light
neither true nor false
either life or death
there is a space between you and me
your road to my road
your home to my home
at least a river, ocean or a wall that has created a space
your heart to my heart
your soul to my soul
there is a little space either light or dark
my love, that grew the difference between you and me
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Tribute to Stephen Hawking
the space time and difference between you and me....................
Native in the hearts of your children you are.
Embedded deeply in their soil, spawning fertile seeds only to bid farewell too soon.
Your roots firmly rooted,
solidifying your solid stance. Imprinted your features in all of us, all just sketches of the you you used to be.
They tell tales of an antique casanova who once was,
a man who loved dearly for an eternity that lasted a few heartbeats.
I used to draw you in the margins of my notepad,
pretending I remembered more than your smile.
But I was fond of the man who took part in my creation,
the man whose name I carry with pride,
the man who gave me a family,
the man my mother fell for.
Words I never uttered come close to mind,
I'd mean them if I said them out loud.
But here, among bent, wilting trees you lay, forever.
We're standing on the ground reserved for souls bygone, transfusing memories of you in one beautiful picture.
We love you,
I love you
Here's to you, father.
In the darkest corners you lurk with teeth snarling,
unleashing your claws to tear at her fragile skin.
The arrows of your pent up
anger never miss their target, her.
Time between dusk to dawn
filled with ink stained air,
You dug your paws on her once fragile mind,
excavating the emotions she
boxed and buried.
Tears she shed when you mined her heart with crass hands,
Shot daggers with your eyes,
Stained countless sheets of paper.
*Nothing Builds Character More Than An Antagonist
White paint peels off to leave the walls bare,
naked and exposed to
Much like her soul.
Starved of love and affection,
accepted but not wanted.
The sun casts her shadows on those
she frowns upon,
leaving winding roads to spiral out of control.
Time shifts her world from
it's axis as it progresses,
it doesn't heal,
it doesn't lessen,
It just is.
Echoes of your voice ricochets
to find her heart,
carrying the exact weight they
did the second they fled your tongue,
never shedding an ounce of momentum
"The waves of pain
that had only lapped at her
reared up high and pulled her under .."