Syed Hossain Rezvi

“Life is moving much too fast.
I think I can’t catch up with it.
A little bird flew out of nowhere
and sat calmly on my shoulder.
No worries, I’m not afraid
of being left out now.
I’ll never chase life.
Instead, I’ll try to see, understand
and enjoy life as much as I can.
Little bird, you opened my eyes.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.”
― Atarah L. Poling, Hidden Light

“It burns,
I know.
It burns
now,
now that
the story is over,
now that
the daybreak is liquid,
now that
my knees don't creak anymore
and the leaves are blowing
and the highway is humming,
and a few extra pounds is not
a terminal diagnosis.
It burns
in me too
healing me
but the ache is not for you.
It's for my passion.
That used to be your name.
And it's sad, really.
The sting of
too little
too late.”
― Vironika Tugaleva

“The Inevitable Tide by Stewart Stafford

The inevitable tide comes,
To claim every one of us,
Whether sufficient breath of life,
Is inhaled deep or forsaken.

Then let them bend and screech,
Their hearsay and homilies,
To rake the ashes of earthly remains,
In our final resting place.

The person no longer lingers,
Gone to Paradise or Hell,
Purgatory or mere rotting decay,
A ghostly rose bled white on binding soil.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford