The situation of departing life.
One thing I learned and be sure.
I have watched several people disappear.
Vessels full of organs.
Once they sparked and buzzed.
Metaphorically of course
Only seen older ones.
Thank heaven.
Couldn't bear seeing an infant pass.

They all looked peaceful with a sublime style.
A visage, that said goodbye without words.
I never saw ****** contortions.
Life's abortion.
Brakes on, they've gone in living form.
The unseen train pulled in at the station.
No tickets or boarding card for this long vacation.
Pre-booked billet.
Free of charge.

Never saw angels collecting them.
Nor saw the reaper grim.
Thank God.
Don't want to meet him anytime soon.
Not saying everyone dies in peace.
All I know is that, those I saw looked comfortable.
Free at last.
Sleep well
I don't know, maybe they're in a better place.
I'd like to think so,
That one thing I'd like to know.
Hopefully, last breathing moment brings forth a silent sleep.
Weep only from love, not pain.
For we shall surely meet again.
(c) Livvi
I don't do heaven and hell stuff, but I was trying to pen reassurance **

A congregation of homeless folk.
Sat on the kerbside.
It's no joke.
One man, his dog and straggling lady.
All struggling to survive.
They're just staying alive.
"Oh oh oh,staying alive"..in the words of the Bee Gees.
Somehow they thrive.
Just staying alive.
Slaves to government!
Disinterested.
Disinterred.
Dug up.
Another problem for babbling rabbling Britain.
Streets full of poverty.
Lovelorn strangers.
Never free.
(C) LIVVI

There was a certain depth
To my love for you,
And an artificiality
To everything else.


F.Z.**N

~
he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
~

.
..
The dream was broken in transit
with an ant's bite
thought,
the rest of the part in another night,
in another dream
but that didn't happen

Then one day
at the last bus of the night,
I saw her with someone
Not in a dream rather in the reality  

She got to the next stop
I called out,
She left with a mystic smile,
disappeared within the shadows

Then  didn't go anymore
I missed the bus or the bus left me  
Either couldn't went back to home
Or not to go any other place in front  
.......

.
..
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Don't get me wrong, darling
Because that's exactly, I do not know how to say
However, what goes out of the home
Rivers, Mountains, Sea
Or beyond the horizon, Any call

You don't make a mistake
I'll be back to whom
So, for a moment, don't misunderstand me
That exotic flute, distant Kans grasses
Even from far away:
From the seashore, I have heard the echoes of another time

So don't misunderstand me, darling
They have relationships with, and you are like me
They are not devoid of love
I give you, borrow from them

For a moment, don't misunderstand me
I bring your pearl beneath the sea,
From the mountains the ancient forms,
The original earthy flavour,
A chunk of drifted white clouds from the autumn sky as a little boat

So, you don't misunderstand me
Where 'll I come back
Where 'll sing their song
Where to lose my soul,
Or will not come
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen