Haasje

Haasje May 2017

I sat down today, at a small lake.
It was after the wake of whom it was to early to take.
But it happened non the less.
With nothing more than a single flash.
Just like that it was over.
Oh god, you stole her.

It was then I noticed it, that tiny but oh so beautiful spirit.
With two white wings and a grace so majestic.
I watched her fly around and it was fantastic.
With a hollow gaze trough my tears it was then I saw
That this creature, as fragile as it may be had the power to change the world.
It was then and there this creature lifted me up and flew me away.
Away from the ashes, the flames and grief.

It took me to a place, deep in my own mind.
Where hard times seemed like ages ago
Where the world was kind again, had two white wings without a care in the world.
Even though it was just for a moment.

Just like that I hit the ground again, back at that small lake.
As I looked around, nothing had changed, or so it seemed.
The butterfly, my butterfly was gone from my view.
But never again from my mind.

Never again will she be in my view again,
But every time I see that majestic, little spirit again.
She's in my mind again, flying by.
Here to say hello and remind me of beauty that is to be found everywhere.
We only have to look.

And that's how one butterfly, a single butterfly changed my life.

-May you rest in my love, my beautiful butterfly. I will move on, but you'll always be that butterfly to me.

It's still a work in progress, but I couldn't hold myself to keep it as a draft any longer.

#love #butterfly #change #life #death

May 2017

Mahnoor Kamran

The Child Of the Ocean

His skin weaved in the golden sand,
Shone under the sun of his motherland.
Hair a tangled meshwork of thread,
Reminiscent of the nets his father spread.

He had no toys but crystals and shells,
that he collected onshore in lonely spells.
His food, the raw salty fish,
Swiftly with skill that he gut and dished.

He goes and lays down in wet sand,
the spirit of which he loves to no end.
He sings to the mermaids and in mud he rolls,
and the sea laughs with him in breaking shoals.

He is made of blood but ocean too,
he knows no music but woosh woosh woosh.
He wishes to marry a girl of the sea,
who'll dwell with him in his fantasy.

He turns his head and closes his ears,
while people run away from the ocean in fear.
Destruction and death loom ahead,
The blue ocean rises violently filling the town with dread.

Like a heavenly curse it fells on the town,
crushes and sweeps like the tragedy bound.
With his holy hand it avenges it's kin,
and his water that was treated as nothing but bin.

It tears every home away from it's root,
just like how the humans did its fish loot.
And squeezes the life out of the fishermen,
that feast on the dead of his homeland.

It starves and suffocates many men,
who made him breathless with oil spills time and again.
Like a storm it rages and plunders.
In minutes, wrecks havoc on the land and rips it asunder.

It gradually descends back to it's nest,
Satisfied with the curse it did impress.
The next day a body lay on the shore.
Like a coffin did it mud wore.

As people looked on it, they could not help but chant;
*The Child of the Ocean lies strangled in its waters,
We feed things love and they destroy us and slaughter.

#water #destruction #life #flood #pollution #betra

Haasje May 2017

Sonic Boom//work in progress

How can someone with such grace,
cause a sonic boom every time she walks by?

How did the cram so much perfection,
into that one person?

How can it be that the whole world isn't in love with her?
since she has enough love for it.

How can someone like that even breathe?
Because my breath stocks every time I see her.

How on earth can it be that she's not mine yet?
Since my heart has been with her for years now.

//How can it be that my heart does not explode when that happens.

Haasje May 2017

3 ways on how not to deal with love in 6 words.

"Letter written,
  Never send,
  Eternal regret,"

"She kissed him,
  he did not"

"Opened his mouth,
  Not a sound"

Haasje May 2017

The never letter

The never letter,
It's still in a box,
under my bed.

It's still the never letter,
never to be send,
never to be seen.

But it's more then a letter,
it's my heart and soul,
poured onto a small piece of paper.

It's a scary letter,
if you read it,
you'd really know me.

Maybe it's just a letter,
but not to me,
to me it'll always be,

The never letter.

This is a poem about a real suicide note i wrote a long time ago. One that is really still under my bed and where it's always gonna be.

#the #never #letter