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Nylee 19h
What is buried so deep inside
A memory so entwined
many lines and differing angles
The same frame can be seen
Differently with different lens
Different outcome for every scene
Can alter all the things
And I would not remain
as the person I am
I am not only a peaceful stream of the forest,
Twinkling beneath songbirds,
Watering romancing deer.

I am also the raging river that cuts down the mountain,
That carves the earth to better fit my ease.

The one bears dare not cross.
The cascading ire,
Raptors are unfit to tame,
With any bellow.

Men will come to know the rocky bottom,
And winding parts,
Men will come to know their helmets and life preservers,
Won't be salvation,
When I say that they shall drown.
These nowhere towns,
Mountain tops snow-capped long through march,
Everywhere else,
A barren brown.

Though people live here,
And they aren't broken down.

The paint peels from the motel,
The mother tends to her daze,
The attendant ponders the insects of the sill,
Tumbleweed decry these acts of being still.

Life is good here,
In these hazy,
Nowhere towns.
Really hope I captured that picture I saw... I don't think I fully did but... It was almost there...
grace Feb 19
we were waiting on a miracle
a rainbow through the clouds
but all there was was a drought
and queens killed for their thrones
Badshah Khan Feb 8
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 14

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Fi zulmat qatimat alruwh,

Du’i almaryiy yuadiy hatmana ‘iilaa mashhad jamil,

Baynama ‘ana ‘ashtaeilu binafsi bshd,

Fi zalamik al’abdii ‘me altahmil sabri!

Ya Habibi!

In Your grim darkness Soul,

My visible light inevitably ensues a lovely scene,

While I am furiously blazing myself,

In your eternal darkness’ with my patience endurance!

Oh My Beloved!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT – BK 2018
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Eric Jan 23
A room with a quiet light .
A space lit but very dim.
It's dust I see .
Apon the drapes , upon the tables.
It's past full of sin.
A step in , and the floors creak.
As window blows out , cold air seeps in.
Just waiting for that thunderstorm to begin.
Quiet was the feeling , so afraid to look up .
The ceiling on fire , filling one cup.
Hot and steaming across the room .
Stood a cup of tea half gone.
And that song ...
What song ...
Quiet wind it's gone .
Now music plays and there's a battle won .
A celebration of happiness beyond.
Sudden lights go out , dark prevails.
And screaming puts a knife to your throat.
Can't say no more, the quiet wind becomes a wail.
It's cold now and I need my coat .
To walk the world away from that room .
I have failed to see what I made my tomb.
Eric Jan 10
Once felt solid, even when I was warm.
Comfort by you , kept me solid.
The love we grew, was bigger then two.
The world felt right, when your all I had in sight.
Now my warmest days , are as cold as ice.
You remember that fight .
The one that tore everything , even the core you built in me .
I drip to the morning sun , wasting away
All the pain that has won.
You see through me like I'm the transparent one.
And I fell to the ground and shattered ,
When you said you were done.
I love you as the waves striking
I love you as the wide sun appearing
I love you as the nearest heart pulsing

I love you when the moon Is fully appearing
I love you when the sun Is warming
I love you when the raIn Is ascending

when the butterflies are dancing
on the melody of flowers those are painting
of photo that Is made of colors and smell making

eyes are not going away of any scene
you make my feeling at high and so sense
you show me how I can love all the world

and try to be honest and get the space achieved
the love is the great feeling between all creautes
Wai Phyo Win Dec 2018
A cake with cheese
A morning with breeze
A gaze to tease
A scene to seize
Unforeseen indeed
Where is the peace?
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