do these emotions remain the same on paper ?

do these emotions remain the same on paper ?

What shall I be?

I’ve again and again grown like grass.

I’ve experienced seven hundred and seventy moulds

I died from minerality and become vegetable

And from vegetative-ness I died and become animal

I died from animality and became man

Then why fear disappearance through death?

For the next time I shall die

Bring forth wings and feathers like angels

After that soaring higher than angels

What you cannot imagine I shall be that.

i was becoming a blind ...I did not want to see anything
I was becoming a dumb  ... I did not want to speak anything,
i was becoming a deaf .... i did not want to hear anything

but
some were having eyes... who were looking carefully
some were having ears.... who were listening deeply
some were having tongues ... who were speaking very loudly

There were many people on the road but
i was the only traveler
There was noise in me too
a voice of " hide me please "
I could even see if I could see it
It was just my eyes...Who stopped me
I put the hands on the ears
then
I ran so fast

Their hands were not mixed when they left
Why did they go, even not told  that?
It looks like they are just coming to return
They even not shattered the lamp
Maybe they should be meet but  bet is to search
they did not erased their foot steps
Every time they left me in  anxiety
When will they return? they never told
they  did not left me of any mean
And they did not even get  me mixed in the dust
when they left

Do you know
You do not even remember it at all
The first moment ..... where tomorrow the creater
Mold my clay
Strange was the rough soil ... no reflection was bright
No fearture was clear
But what happened then?
Then creater ...carve for your heart ...
Then he gave beats to your heart clay
Those beats were witness  to... start of the journey  
Journey? ... what kind of journey was that ......?

Clay of thirst ,Wearing the mask of prayers , climbing from this street to that
Holding the palms of  wind  burning  the clouds



My Creator your image is incomplete .... my part of meditation
is necessary.
I know ... you heard all this story there
But
Love carve you . ....before me
I  heared that artist gave you the mirror and then asked you .... that any difference there ?
There is a difference ... ??
Your lips moved ....... you  Just said "Ahad"
He smiled. Shuffle the ***** soil
And on the other side of your heart he grown it like a seed  


That was the moment of my creation.
Then you tell me  this story
Without whom my character is alone in this story
are   you complete   without me.
Or ... like me .......... "incomplete".......