There was a death in the room.
Everyone in the room lay still and silent,
Heavy with and unknown weight
That sagged and sunk.

All was eerily quiet,
Not a sound to be heard.

But then-
A burst.
A cry,
A shout!

He had arrived and he brought life,
Miracles and spectacles to behold,
And there was glory!
Oh such glory!
Everything sprung to the occasion,
And suddenly the room was alive
And vibrant and bursting and oh so happy, for he had arrived.

I am so thankful for each of you, for each of you have inspired me.
I feel your pain, I see your struggles yet you still do not given up.
On this Life, nor on the one that has created you and everyone else.
You bless me with the strength of perseverance that you have.
So I want to thank you for being who you are an overcomer.
I know that life is tough , but its the things that we go through.
Then overcome that shall bless us, because then we help others.
Though our Savior, he sends people to us to help them as well.
Showing them his handiwork which is us my friends, family.

right there between those apostrophes
dashes or commas
The symmetry of
openness inside
Two quotation marks
an ellipsis ...
awaiting for
a period to finish
right.

On a long road that led to the past,
I kept walking until I fell apart
Regrets made me bury myself in the ground,
Each wrong deed of mine hurts like an open wound
Searched for the good deeds that I must have done,
So in the hell I wouldn't have to burn
Oh but my life said it's time to leave,
Death is waiting for us in the grave
Suddenly, I woke up from my dream,
Took a deep breath and saw the sun beams
A sign that I was still alive,
A sign that I could make things right

Am I your heel?
Am I your sole?
  
The weight of your walk
Each step, so bold
  
You tread
All over me
  
With your daddy's gold
Your gait, a story in itself
  
So successful
Given everything you have
  
Such a power
Usurping other halves with ease
  
So cold, the stones
You walk on
  
Like the pre-dawn
Mist of a winter's solace
  
The stronger the love
The harder the hurt
  
The thicker the blood
The further the spurt
  
The further you run
The stronger the dirt
  
Do you even have a soul?
Could it ever be healed?

~~
While the dawn flashed
Even rest of the friends went away
Exhausted cigarettes were on the Ash Tray
Evidence of the lost existence of

None didn't recall her, her words
But everyone moved with his head
Morning to evening, random
Not remembering, wandering  

How many people came
within too many ways
Again went through,
anywhere
Once I saw
even they didn't come back
anymore

At the late afternoon
in the window of my gray days  
I remember some faces
Mystic flowers remained
prostrate in the dust of
meandering ways

Came back
and picked up her
Loved, love
Far away on the other end,
rose up schematically
with the seventh
tunes of the guitar  

None didn't recall, her words
within the crowd
of a thousand faces,
In the counter path
of the clock
again I heard the song

The old song replaced
by the new,
morning shines
with the new sun
I hear the sounds of cry
of a new baby
Fungus has seen on the tape
of the old cassette

You are captive
within a dust covered album
My friend,
The lost spring,
The richness of our love,
As if I have left thousands of dreams  

Intangible time passing gently
with the tic tic of the timepiece
As if I have passed on the fastest train
Recognized the great known,
unknown wilderness

I woke up,
Saw
On the one hand,
your faded picture
The other hand,
holding hands of
The New Stranger of time
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen