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 →

Microcosmic

There are flames in my heart and flowers in my hair   I rest unafraid; I ingest the sun's light and the moon's serenity and embrace the chronicles of stars inside me   Tell me, Are you ready for a lifetime of adventures ?   © 2014 ALIA SULTAN

To: The Light

Whose story would I tell you now? No one you know, or maybe yourself, and sometimes I don’t even know: He was standing on the stage trying to adjust his microphone for a very long time with intervals of annoying beeping of his microphone, so I got distracted for a long time thinking about the... Continue Reading →

2 AM

My phone clutched in my hand Desperate whispers Prisoned tears Rise and fall of breaths Trapped inside my chest   There's only silence on the other end And my reflection in the mirror I feel more beautiful than ever   There's silence on the other end Phone unplugged The only whispers I hear are mine... Continue Reading →

A Letter to an Exile

I understand... I know what it's like to have a heart that pumps blemished, toxic blood. I know how it feels to hear a hammering sound that is a constant reminder of your ninety nine reasons of misery. I've also inhaled pain, it was concealed inside my veins and often appeared as angry monsters. Those... Continue Reading →

The Fellowship of the Ring

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again... Continue Reading →

Suppressed

His feelings were like a pearl inside an oyster shell; safer locked away. He was never the type of man who found his way through words, he was rather safer being quiet. His grandchildren asked him about their grandmother, they have never met her nor knew what she was like. In the warm living room... Continue Reading →

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