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

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Roses are Red, Sugar is Sweet.

rose

They say roses are red,

they say violets are blue.

But something tells me they just don’t know the truth.

The truth about the life that we abuse,

the truth about the life that we choose.

We are institutionally educated to an extent that we become

uneducated.

They say sugar is sweet,

but it makes you obese.

A disease.

Fatty reserves of sweet words, makes you blind

to the universe.

As your perception is nothing,

but a perception of your own perception.

By Ali Ilyas

The Confounded Heart [Poem]

Loves Lost

Confounded Heart

My heart hurts like hell.

But it feels like i’m stuck in a well.

Walls all around caving in.

Water gushing up rising.

Soaking my body.

Choking my throat.

Such a strong grip unable to get loose.

Unable to choose, which way should one leave this world full of abuse.

Which method to use.

One destined by God All Mighty, or a diversion from a servant of a cheating Soul. Only God can make you whole.

In this world his grip seems to be diminishing, reminiscing on the times when everything was so innocent.

Peoples words may stain the soul, leave wounds so deep, that every tear shed on Earth, every word  spilled, can not fill, these wounds so deep.

Every good deed, every child birth, every miracle, every answered prayer does not make it fair, to bare these wounds so deep.

As we weep, walking around like misguided sheep, can we really conceive happiness with our following feet, puppets of this savagery trying to live lavishly compromising our humanity.

By Ali Ilyas