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"My only capital is my life. The breath that leaves the body never returns back to it"

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  • ffaazririnna 1d

    " Almost Always "

    Things unseen
    are almost always
    important,
    yet hard to love.
    Look at the
    Earth's night sky.
    Love emanates
    from the heart
    of a Wolffia flower
    that shines on the
    brightest Dog Star,
    for which my love
    is one of the stars
    for you.

    ©FFaaz

  • ffaazririnna 3d

    It
    is such
    a secluded, sacred
    place; the land of
    mourning.


    ©FFaaz

  • ffaazririnna 3d

    " Political
    Mastermind "


    On a high horse
    is the haughty boss;
    all pompous,
    at times raucous,
    most times
    self-righteous.

    ©FFaaz

  • ffaazririnna 3w

    Slice
    and dice
    your goals
    to accomplish
    your mission


    ~ the art of walking in your purpose ~

    ©FFaaz

  • ffaazririnna 3w

    A monumental plinth

    is in fact its very own monument

    ©FFaaz

  • ffaazririnna 3w

    " Old Age
    Is Winter "


    On marblelike
    snowflake obsidian
    stone plinths,
    stood the Kings
    and Queens
    of Spades

    ©FFaaz

  • ffaazririnna 3w

    " Bukan Panda Bishe-Bishe "

    A distinguished figure
    in any sphere

    ~FFaaz

  • ffaazririnna 6w

    Love is
    at its zenith
    when loved


    ©FFaaz

  • ffaazririnna 6w

    " Pitch-Dark "

    Some nights,
    I'm Venus.
    Other nights,
    Mercury.

    What do they have in common,
    you'd ask.

    They both lose their Moons.


    ©FFaaz

  • ffaazririnna 7w

    Time After Time:
    Zephyr In The Pandemic Sky
    (Right Before Dawn)


    "Palestine"
    "Syria"
    "Afghanistan"
    "Myanmar Rohingya"
    The shudder felt
    out of a fear of thunder
    made me look up
    at the bluest of blue skies
    I, too, wondered
    if the angels of the heavens
    knew me by name
    of this worthless soul
    of mockery fame
    while the thought of yesterday
    came gushing in
    just like how the river flowed
    albeit ferociously
    red tears were trickling down
    with immense pain
    in solemn silence
    I murmured sweet nothings
    begging the Universe
    to send to you
    my love
    and the heaviest
    December rain

    and sometimes
    love is
    the wind that
    touches your face
    caressing your hair
    with its gentlest wave
    wind that carries
    whispers to ears
    imprinting upon one's mind
    one's heart
    with endless strings of letters
    of their lovers' names
    and their smiles
    and their dancing eyes;
    all the while
    the same howling wind, its waves
    come crashing down around you
    with lightning bolts
    and thunderstorms
    piercing fiercely
    through the skin
    causing a silent tear
    to roll down the cheek
    and those hands,
    those hands lay unmoved
    cupping the heart that
    beats to the rhythm
    of missing someone so badly
    love that once bloomed so well,
    oh so tenderly

    and hey!
    wait, what(?) in the world has gotten into us

    skyline of Wuhan
    a flurry of clueless hands
    an outburst of fear

    city to city
    souls leave at the crack of dawn
    hearts ache in lockdown

    ambulance siren
    figures clad in blue and white;
    frontliners' forced march

    sudden gusts of wind
    tiny beads of sweat on brows
    fathers losing jobs

    skies sob like a child
    panic-stricken bulls run wild
    wail of a mother

    Europe to US
    humans keep virus at bay
    "Black Lives Matter" hails

    lights on the coastline
    voices amidst masked faces
    the new normal chant

    small seasonal boosts
    second, third wave much too soon?
    world speaks in riddles

    threshold of midnight
    a look beyond empty stairs
    more than one can bear

    ministries of hope
    on one wing and a knife edge
    fulfillment of pledge

    braced against the wall
    come what may, birds sing and fly
    O Nations, stand tall!

    ©FFaaz