You were my friend
You held me from afar
You kissed my lucky stars
You sang my songs
Read my poetry
And held me tight ...

As my lover
You took my love
As my Friend.
You took my heart
As my life
You left me barren ...

My lover
My friend
It's been a long long time.


Debbie Brooks 2014

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I see you
You see me
And it is true both we exist

You love me
I love you
And it is true both we exist

One day you saw me
At least one day I also saw you

One day you felt me
At least one day I also felt you

One day I saw your beauty
at least one day you felt that I was in your mind
we felt that we loved each other
even you can believe it
cause still I'm loving you

Yet you never see the god
and me too,
but we both believe in god
The believe,
the most mystic invention on the planet earth ever
yet the gentlemen never can see under the microscope

Too many thoughts in our life
but we can't exceed the thought of death
always we feel a threat of death
when we grew older to oldest
and we carry it till our death

It is true that we see the death
and its pain that we have gained
when someone's closet moves to the past
but we can't lose his existence in our mind
and in the existence of our soul

I see the death,
the mystic beauty rises up to its spiritual height
and I say, it is true that is more than the truth,
the existence of death

Though still we exist on earth
yet we can't see any event that will be happened after death
but most of us believe in after death
there is a life,
the unlimited life
where we both will meet again
either we will exist in heaven or hell
Ah! The ultimate existence

It is true that we all have a fear of death,
the very dear fear,
moves us very near
to the god
the god,
dimensionless-
space less-
existence less-
but an ultimate divine existence of god
so that we believe in spiritual existence of god-

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

oh have i not
hung on for a time
long enough for you
to finally let me go?

oh could you not
liberate me
from all that is bad
when all what's bad is life?

oh my dear friend
please don't mourn
just remember that i
can't do this no more,

'cause when birds fall
there is no going back
a bomb to explode
is all there is left.

there were butterflies
dripping on the floor
it was the finest piece of art
shielding the poor broken mind
that was hiding behind it,

oh she couldn't help it
as the butterflies flew
away, away from her body
and there was nothing other to blame
than her tar black soul.

do you know what it feels like
not to belong?

the mind is aching,
searching for a place
to call home,
where you get tucked in at night
and finally get some sleep

a place
to feel free,
where you can dance in the rain
and laugh in the pale moonlight

but the thing you refuse
to believe

you reject
in the depths of your heart

is the search
will never stop.

~~~


boxes of my poems

LOST

i still grieve.


♥ soulsurvivor