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Aaditya Feb 21
Wish I could be numb towards inexistent feelings,

like catching air with bare hands, it is but tough.

My sensory neurons are ever active, sadly

I could feel you fading away from my life.

Constantly.
I stand here ossified, while you evanesce.
Badshah Khan Feb 11
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 42

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Yea, Everyone is naturally in Vain,

Except the Creator (Allah)’ and His Beloved Alone’

And on Specific One day every created Pleasant;

Dear things Must, be vanishing away!

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

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Do you hear voice?

Do you notice

When she comes

Do you see what she does?

When she talks,

Do you notice her influences?

Do you hear her orders?

The world obeys hers

Do you look at her eyes

And notice the move of her waves

Are you good in sail

If you are ,you must sail

In her eyes and you will gain

A sorrow, regret and high pain

Do you examine your feel

When she goes away without say

One or two words or speech all day

Do you see her smile ?

The east and west look shine

The moon is in the right

The sun gives more light

The birds are singing

The smooth winds are blowing

Spreading best smelling

The water decrease its running

The rain gets lowering

The happy is shinning

The sadness is vanishing

All meet with smile

As she comes with smile
the love of god is the gift ,needing help of the creatures.
Umi Jun 2018
A somber feeling, carried by pure agony,
Flowing, drifting, swiftly in the stream of thoughts, as the spilled pieces just have vanished, never to be whole again, or gazed upon,
The pieces of a time crafted in blessed and happy thoughts,
Swaying back and forth, the once illuminated, azure heaven far above is darkening with ominous looking, thick, yet allure thunderclouds,
Perhabs once this sky has cleared up again, this scene will shine just as majestic as it did before, without worry nor care, without pain.
Ah, phantoms.
I would like to lose myself in this wandering fragnance of what used to be a wonderous and amortal spring dream, created in plain fantasy
But after the city already lost its colour to the obscure horizon,
I realised you were no longer here with me,
And the pieces of a past long gone, have cut my skin before vanishing
Chasing a brighter past caused the future, knocking on my door to be dark, yet such emotions made the world I inhabit a cold, lonesome but also a very gentle place,
Even if tomorrow were never to come,
I wouldn't be able to care less,
For now, just let me rest my eyes.

~ Umi
Poem no.170 yay!
Umi Jun 2018
Highly explosive,
Thus, a term to explain the thoughts rushing to the iron maiden's head as she fires away a salvo of pure affection, passion and warmth,
The heat is unbearable, the impact, such as the afterglow, surpass the rising sun, with a noble, golden light spread across the painful wound
Melting away in the sweet embrace of her devotion, this is surely fate.
Through the veins of this girl, lust for the one she adores is building up, racing within her blood, all she wants is for her feelings to be returned, but alike the sun when it shines with such beauty, it cannot happen, the closer one gets to her the more he will be burnt .
But surely, serenety relies within lonesome thoughts, moments and the time, in which her wish has been ceased to be ever fulfilled.
Yet, as a single dandelion, which is raised with attention and care can turn a whole, lethal dessert into an allure, lively and gentle garden;
She too can find someone, who will withstand her passion, burn up in it and shine with her without vanishing, carried away by time.
After all, the light of love is for all to be litten.

~ Umi
sunprincess Dec 2017
You know those talented Poets,
the ones that perform vanishing acts
Just like a ghost

Wonder why those poets
up and left HP?
Did they find a place better?
Did they find a place more
lovely?

Perhaps they lost their muse,
their pen, their flow
Or perhaps they await for spring
when beautiful things begin
to grow

Well anyway, I just wish to say
I miss those talented poets
Whose every word turns into
glittering gold
Some very talented poets are missing
Gabriel burnS Jun 2017
I am a snowman in spring
Hoping you’d keep
The lumps of coal,
The carrot nose,
The broom at least...
vanishing like the snow
da man
ain't been here for some*
while
da man
has a vanishing
profile

da man
last sighted early last
year
da man
why did he
disappear

da man
don't want to be
found
da man
went well
underground

da man
not marking his foot-print
trace
da man
might be in a hiding
place

da man
ran away without any
excuse
da man
is now a virtual
recluse

da man
leaving no new
address
da man
making us all
*
guess
An ominous
fortune met
her addict
which she'd
wane than
celebrate drum
for her
staples as
she's grounded
that rumors
were knited
in light
of hounds
but vanishment
came her
omen through
the night.
Jennifer Feb 2016
A camaraderie that was too hard to forget,

But too easy to vanish.

Be safe, my friend.
Dedicated to a friend who has travelled across the world to fulfill dreams, explore oneself and amass new vistas of thoughts, perspectives and experiences.
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