Anon And Amazed

Anon

And so it goes on:

Tumbling down the mountains of faith,

Rolling on the plains of insecurities,

Falling into the sea of loneliness.

It goes on

Like a river-

My life.

Anon.

 

Amazed

Will you ever remember that

Tree-

Through which the moon shone

Red, big and like a painting?

As if someone had stroked

With a heavenly brush round shades

Of silver behind the boughs.

And as you looked at the moon

Lost and amazed,

I looked at you

Lost and amazed.

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About Zeeshan

We are the twinkle in the eyes of oblivion.

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