I still never see the raindrops fall from the cold eyes.
I have never seen the ocean flow in the winter heart
Always the hard mind struggles with flurry wind
As I assume and hope for heart as kind,
And Something good will happen in the heart of them in the end.
Always I try to open my eyes to look behind the lids of white.
The blankness there, reminds the whole dissemble, hiding the truth of emotion,
Where always try to find the tenderness in the heart of cone.
My heart is in moan.
I own the colors,
I choose mine.
And it’s not one or two…..
It’s multiply infinite.
Once, A beam of Love had crossed my heart
From The heart of a tiny life,
A tiny life of a Blackbird.
The Black window opened wide,
Next to my left,
In front of the sky;
To fly, to fly, to fly;
Towards the horizon where the earth and sky mingle,
Towards the Eternity,
Towards the Cloud of soft.
But, there, the roaring wind was showed her strength
The stormy cloud place to place;
To cover the Sun, to cover the Moon.
Black Cloud had melted through the dropping aqua.
The Sun was at its edge, covered by the blackness of sorrow.
The Blackbird spread its wings,
It began to fly.
Towards the sky.
The sky which covered with the Black cloud,
Covered with the Loud stormy wind.
Wind groaned, trees oscillated its leaves.
I felt numb.
My throat becomes cold.
My lips dry.
I gazed at its flying movements,
Peeped into the window.
I saw the bird fighting with the wind;
A spark crossed its heart, coming from the deep sky.
It was the thunderbolt.
My heart had also crossed with a pain of love,
My heart had lost of purity, innocence, and the beauty of nature.
This love comes from the tiny Blackbird; This lost takes me to the hollow cave; I, at last, find myself in a solitary confinement.
-SAJIA AFRIN 3/22/17
Feel so numb
Like a tombstone .
Feel so hurt
Like a cankered boles.
Grief gulls my heart as a flooding storm gulls an area
and not leaves behind any sign of lives.
Melancholy rises up
Darksome covers up
All the sin and all the pain.
Colour becomes fade ‘nd disappear in rain.
Rain falls, when a chilly overcast shows up.
Rain hides, all the tears and takes it with her.
Now I Feel to
Dance with the beat of Funeral drums.
Now I feel to laugh with the pain from Man’s exploration paths
Over my body and soul.
Sometimes when we fall in melancholy, evil thinking arises, even sometimes we break another persons heart, especially our most beloved persons. So be careful when you feel sad, don’t use that sadness as your wicked instrument to break another’s heart like me. I usually do that without realisation and when i get back my sense it’s more hurtful to me after realizing…
Autumn touches every skin,
every corner of the nature
as well as her Chi.
Her Chi contains every beauty of the earth.
Earth becomes perfect through her kindness.
Her heart is so tender that flower also bow.
Sun crosses it’s finger for her lightning acts.
Moon spreads it’s mysterious
moonlight on her
to make her mysteriously beautiful.
Autumn crosses into her heart
With it’s fallen flowers
and the magical fallen leaves.
She is the Nature, Nature is She….
Sorry for mistake. It should be “Instrument”.