Autumn's Last Leaf
Happiness and Sorrow,
The past's bittersweet aftertaste,
It lingers on,
Like a ghost,
Invisible but ubiquitous,
A stalking shadow,
Impossibe to shake off,
It is autumn's last leaf,
Dry and withering,
Fastened firmly,
And unyielding,
To winter's frosty sickle,
But like the snake,
That sheds its skin,
It must be discarded,
Over and over again...
The Tree of Life and Death
The tree hangs, its frame now a bare skeleton,
Its head rests limp on its boughs,
Its bark flakes dead skin off its trunk,
Its roots, decomposed into shrivelled up veins,
the tree once gave birth to sweet fruit,
Glossy leaves layered its branches,
Birds in the tree top chirped merrily,
For the tree had a soul,
But death, the grim reaper has de-sown the seeds of liife,
And Nature's lease is over...
Oh How My World Looks Different
The darkness of my life has been illuminated
With the flicker of your love
Its flame has afforded radiance
To my overcast and shadowy world,
Warmer and brighter than the sun's rays,
It has thawed my numb senses,
Handed me the tools I need
To brighten my unlit existence
Such splendour and brilliance surround me
As I walk down the glowing avenues of life,
A life I watched pass by me
With dimmed and clouded eyes
Oh how my world looks different!
When it is lit with the lantern of your love.
Purpose or Curse
Dear God,
Was I created in vain?
Am i a pawn in a predetermined game?
Am I a character in a story, myth or fable?
Or a child abandoned in life's rough cradle?
Am I a figment of someone's imagination?
A blurred figure in a dream or hallucination?
Are all my hardships a means to a greater end?
Or futile struggles in a world with which I cannot contend?
I pray that I am serving a higher purpose,
For without one, life is surely a curse...
by: Ghoncheh Tazmini
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