English: Nō mask


He held a mask to his face.
Acting ‘normal’ so it would fit, to leave to space.

No gaps to let himself seep through.

Frowns drowned in stapled smiles.

He searched to find himself, but his reflection showed only the mask he held.

You can’t hope to find yourself, from eyes that build someone else.

By Ali Ilyas.

Yearning Death

White cloth

I long to be wrapped in the white shrouds of Death,

To be pushed into the comforts of Earth. 

To seek refugee in its warmth, in its solitude.

Yet i seek no such comfort in the torment of the Grave. 

Laying in hope, that my deeds illuminate the darkness as i ascent up, in to the sky.

– By Ali Ilyas