Gazal
Dusty days.. The temperature is 45!
Tiny dust particles are always hurts my eyes. My eyes... forbidden shelter of the broken stars and planets... And this dust is just making them red!
Tiny dust particles are always hurts my eyes. My eyes... forbidden shelter of the broken stars and planets... And this dust is just making them red!
Whenever I look into the mirror I see them. They are still living in my hairs rusted out from the dust. I see the bee start to hit her wings again, she don't need, though. And the bird is looking at me with a glow in her eyes. I have tied them to my
dusty hair for ever. I can't forget those days..
And it all reflects in my mirror. Stable!
dusty hair for ever. I can't forget those days..
And it all reflects in my mirror. Stable!
~ A thirsty death
The bird
It was a day of sandstorms when i saw the bird. It was waiting for its last wish to be fulfilled - it wanted nothing but water. when I pour some water in its beak... Ohhh! the moment... The pain was like a needle piercing into the deepest core of my mind. The bird just wanted some water before being dead.
And finally the gravity released from its body.
I felt it's lighter than a plastic toy...
It was like Speechless centuries..
The bird
It was a day of sandstorms when i saw the bird. It was waiting for its last wish to be fulfilled - it wanted nothing but water. when I pour some water in its beak... Ohhh! the moment... The pain was like a needle piercing into the deepest core of my mind. The bird just wanted some water before being dead.
And finally the gravity released from its body.
I felt it's lighter than a plastic toy...
It was like Speechless centuries..
~ A crucial death
The Bee
It was the day next to the day when the bird died. I still was stunned and was completely lost in spiritual thoughts about the concept of Death. I found the bee upstairs. Fighting with itself. It was like the bee wanted to get rid of its body but
it seemed like the soul of it doesn't wanted to leave. Bee was struggling to die. But it took too long.
Completely different from the bird's death. A painful death....
Can you hear it's silent after death..?
The Bee
It was the day next to the day when the bird died. I still was stunned and was completely lost in spiritual thoughts about the concept of Death. I found the bee upstairs. Fighting with itself. It was like the bee wanted to get rid of its body but
it seemed like the soul of it doesn't wanted to leave. Bee was struggling to die. But it took too long.
Completely different from the bird's death. A painful death....
Can you hear it's silent after death..?
I am still looking into the mirror...
- Gazal
