Countdown

He's in his grave it's Peaceful and silent It's not as scary as theyTold him it would beHe's 77 and he Wonders if her soul is what's making the starsshine as he sheds his tearsHe's 60 and he's Right there beside herGazing into her beautiful Face which seems unmovedBy time to him, she wakes up... Continue Reading →

12 a.m – 6 a.m

Every one was busy outside and every thing was happeningIn this hour of darkness in the cityIt was drizzling outside Almost full moon And they were alone on a couch leather boots off She was in his hoodieIt felt like there's a pianist in a corner flowery gardens beneath their feetAnd constellations dancing in the... Continue Reading →

My Earth

Leave your doubts behind And follow my steps I don't know where I'm going But I heard it's safe They said you should leave everything behind Just carry a compass in your pocket the rainy nights you admired and an adventurous heart Because you see we are going to a land inhabited by nonsense and... Continue Reading →

She’s Complicated

I hope you don't choke on your words and I hope you have the courage to tell her that she's complicated and that she shouldn't be ashamed of that because that's what makes her beautiful © 2014 ALIA SULTAN

Paradise; Here

Around the waters of the pond Which we choose to go to In the midst of a faraway forest Among all the million places we can go to we gravitate back to that pond   Here, in this hour of darkness where the atmosphere is magically impassioned and silent This is how souls entwine  ... Continue Reading →

Upwards

And I glanced upwards then I decided to contemplate more and more Until I couldn't feel time moving and it was just my eyes and the sky so powerfully connected   Those millions of worlds above me remind me of the significance of us, right here, the infinitesimal Because there is a heart right here... Continue Reading →

A Letter to a Compulsive Thinker

Take a deep breath And before you exhale I want you to understand how dangerous it is to be a part of the social illness of compulsive thinking. There's a battle inside your head that is the past and the future, and the "now" is lost in time, which is why you think time flies.... Continue Reading →

Writing About Alice

In an evening of July, kids on the grass laid after playing around. It was twilight, it’s almost time to go inside. Their hands behind their heads stretched out on the ground, whispering tales here and there with childish fabricated events of imaginary knights. On the grass they were as they said your name, quiet... Continue Reading →

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