Oblivion

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It matters not what state things are

For change is constant

Every breathing being here

Comes and goes

With the passage of time.

A force that is immovable

Nothing comes by accident

Because everything actually

Has a place

In the scheme of things.

The broken fragments

Of happy memories

Might just become a second-

Fast and fleeting

Because that’s what life is.

There remains only the shadows

Of a life borne out of dust

Maybe that tiny flicker of hope

Would also return to dust

Forever lost in oblivion.


Diaspora ( A Tribute to Syria)

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You saw the bombs falling

As the city turned to ashes

Homes crumbled down

With the rotten bodies.

Everywhere was death

Chasing your every move

As news of yesterday

brought more fear than hope.

Hearing the cries of desperation

Forced you to move

And stay out of the noises

That haunted your mind.

As you walked with pain

Leaving the place you only knew

You rode the boat with hope

For a bright tomorrow.

But alas, like a thirsty homeless man

You faced the closed doors

And the uncaring silence

Of your wealthy neighbors.

So you swam farther to survive,

Further still, until you sank

And all that’s left were lost dreams

That were washed ashore.