There is on god earth nothing as beautiful as the gripping dusk that appears at the expense of an oddly lit burning day
where weary souls like you and me; settle beneath these motionless sky and calls it home.
the grief inside our fragile lungs escapes into feelings of turbid air and mixes with the streak of orange sun; dying sun.
the moments that I somehow know,
no one else water’s me like you do
stay,
and make me bloom forever….

Realm

Infinite realm of Hate,
Everyone is Riding on Chaos,
Watch you Dawn of Despairs,
Only the Hustler are at peace.

LOST

I am Lost,
My futile work,
Scribbled life is illegible,
Past and Future is so Obscure,
It is so Wrong to Seek,
Endeavoring to walk on a Path,
Struggle, Hustle Grind,..Lost.

~Faisal