Man of Success

Her last message was not goodbye.
It was like, “you are a nice guy…
but after a certain age,
a woman
can only love
a man of success.”
Next morning he was riding his bike very fast.
Wind with the loud howl was creeping inside
through unbuttoned part of his shirt.
The dark clouds in the horizon were giving a false impression
of a mountain range at the unreachable end.
All of a sudden it was raining.
Rain did not spare any part of his body.
He got himself a cappuccino in a nearby mall.
While supplying warm sips to his solitude,
he was only feeling thankful
that nature
is not
yet
aware
of the fact
that
he
is not
a man

of

success.

~Rashid Abbasi

To hear nothing but your own voice

Silence.

I try to realize

Stillness.

I am the realization

A deep breath (plays within)

I wonder if it is that simple?

Dance of feelings (inside)

Vulnerable

Depressed

Restless

Lonely

Tired

Perhaps, I wish to mourn.

I wonder if it is that simple?

Dance of needs (interior)

Friendship

Respect

Love

Care

Perhaps, I wish to feel connected.

I wonder if it is that simple?

Stay,

in this fire.

Useless

will burn .

Rest

will stay.

Or maybe,

the ashes

will become seeds

and grow up again.

Perhaps, I am forever searching.

And I wonder if it is that simple?

A deep breath. (to hear nothing but my own voice)

I become words.