evelyn

a plastic bag slides off the black pavement 
when hesitant eyes gaze at the 6th floor balcony
and the umbrella becomes more fragile against the wind so cold
dark burnt walls appear to be calm and strong

while the symphonic screams combine with the rattle of water drops
the presence of no one around gets hauntingly loud
the night succumbs to the painful storm of clear images 
and palpitations suddenly rise to grow insane

standing right there on top, for a moment she appears like a blank ghost
disappears along with white light, and the rain continues to pour down from the lamp post

“evelyn, i take all the blame….
haunt me again before i faint…”

The One, Who Returns To Good

A cloud above her head poured down, drops of calming bliss
Purifying the devastated land in her heart, cleansing the drought
Bubbles of infinite thoughts, rising, layers of pain, vanishing
A lonely girl with a radiant soul, escapes the reality

Home isn’t far away, but she’s a wanderer
A traveller, in search of things which don’t exist
Her thirst keeps her desires alive, she’s not fragile
Desperate to climb the ladder of life, she enlightens her beliefs

Once suffocated, she was trapped by those who assaulted her
Bruised her mind, the scars still remain
The blood flows like giant waves, rising every minute
The voids slowly being filled by words, she entraps

The world made a mistake, they’re calling her back
She won’t return, but she will return, to herself
She enjoys in solitude, peacefully reaches the pinnacle of her fantasies
The breeze holds her hand, the clouds still follow her, she needs nothing else!
-hamid