I held tight my belongings afraid of everything and everyone I had this sense of not knowing where I'm from and where I should go
everything passed by so quickly people running and screaming I just sat quietly staring at the tiffany blue coloured floor
I smelled the pollution my nose hurting while breathing this must be what they mean when they say "it's hard living in the big city”
i wrote it in like… less than 10 minutes? but it's based on a poem from 2021 left on my drafts that was so poorly written i talk about the first time i went to a big city all by myself and i was so so scared but everything went fine and i really enjoyed the subway rides
Eyes of the stars are on the wings of the fireflies. Guess who is marching in the moonlit night? The moon rows down on to the river.
Has the Huri squeezed out of the gem packed tight door of paradise? Basked out on the gripping bank of the Sal Sabila River, only to spill a heady perfume drop down on the stunned awestruck silhouetted night?
The eve has long gone far to wear a khol of this mesmeric shady contour! No one, not even you will want to miss the peak. Where it all begins with the tuberoses riding the wind.
The life's ride unravels new visions yet to travel, through the eyes of the old, who lived through his life, bold. Through the odes of the heroes that survived the rain of arrows, the blood that spoke in it's silence, outliving the brutal violence. The swords that reeked of cynical intent that left the voices of the needy distant, into the mundane walk of evolution, into the urbane solution of living through a window of technology due to a limbo,