The void that calms a paining soul,
Void that calms a precise madness,
Void that dismantles
Chains of disjointedness,
For all dis-joy is slain away to ashes
And left is no room for internal sobs.
Emptiness.
©Mustafa Khan A.
Beauty of emptiness
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We are the petals of a dying flower.
We are the petals of a dying flower
In the process where we disunite
And the winds scatter our remains asunder.
We fall apart slightly and more, slightly and more
Until we get swallowed into oblivion
Same way death has forgotten to notify before it calls
And that’s the place
Where we drop who we were before all the confusion.
_____ Mustafa Khan Abdurahman.
Love is a historical creature.
Love is a historical creature
That lives present and in the future;
Love is
Little and grown, little and grown
As though it were put on a loop_
That it is retold through time:
From those to whose life we mourn,
To the novices
Whose hearts are just learning to roar.
_____ Mustafa Khan Abdurahman.
2000 Little Words 