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gabby May 2020
if i showed you the lines
i write after i cry,
after i stopped the world
by closing my eyes,
after i miss the sunrise
because of taking the bad ride,
after i dance alone
when all the life is gone.
if i showed you the lines
i hide
i am sure we will both cry.
this part of me is someone else. but somehow all these faces keep me away from suffering...
hazem al jaber Apr 2020
Who i am ...

if you asking ...
who i am ...
i'm the pen ...
an arrested pen ...
sown in garden ...
in a heart's flowers ..
to pour my ink ...
and to irrigate ...
all rose with word ...
to let them all dance ...
with every new day ...
no matter ...
how long will be ...
the captor to flowers ...
just i matter ...
to give a happiness ...
and to pour my words ...
as a pleasant water ...
to the garden ...
where i'm there ...

i'm just a pen ...
i do dance ...
with my words ...
how ever my roses smile ...
while i'm penning my words ...

it's me sweetheart ...
the pen which create ...
only for you ...

hazem al ...
writerReader Mar 2020
Ayo
What the **** is going on?
I really don’t know anymore...
Serendipity Mar 2020
Who am I?
But a collection of sounds in colors?
Of tastes in scents?
Of misery in delight?

I am nothing but the shadow
of good times
and there
lost files.
Serendipity Mar 2020
I woke up to the sound
of moon on my skin
and velvet on my lips.

The scent of pine cones
will always
smell like
a memory I lost
long ago
of home.
Jayanta Mar 2020
It is a call for ‘social isolation’
to make ‘social distance’ far-reaching
Isolate the self and searching for self!

So, lock the gate from inside
And Lock the main door!
Confined myself at house!
Try to find myself in the space within!
Searching for the self!

Searching self in the gadgets of communication
Unable to find out the absolute self …
It is Relative!
Relative to space and time ….
At point becoming invisible!
Question arises
“Whether invisibility link to infinity?”

Now, it is started to rain,
Sound of raindrops on the rooftop
Remind me
‘you are not alone’!

In-between ponder on
  ‘Existence of infinity’
“An infinite temporal regress of events is an actual infinite”……
“An infinite temporal regress of events cannot exist”!

‘Infinite cannot exist’,
Self is not infinite
It is miniscule!

Then,
“What is about sense of singularity
Individuality, or self-sameness?”
Is it there!

It is
Confronted with question of identity
In the world where flexibility expected
As virtue and
Accelerating change transfuses in society!

It is the call for ‘social isolation’
To make ‘social distance’ far-reaching
Searching self and
Answering who am I?
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Pondering with pandemic under incursions   of Covid19
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