Night Sky

Something's out there And our eyes don't find them Not because of the light around But because of darkness inside us Something's out there shining Bright than we thought it would Lame as us and limping all the way It passed by greeting us on its way To top out there, far from for our reach. As years go by, as we wait for them to return We grow old and frightened Of losing our old friends forever. They are shining our there But we don't see them, for some reason, We don't remember their faces Long ago when they passed by us, We looked at them as mindless As we accepted our lives the way they are given to us. We worried for instant fame and money Until they came to us and had our tea and bread Giving nothing but an advice to move ahead None of us heard it right but bid them a good bye To their, what we thought, insane walk up to that blue sky Now I stand out there with my grandson this night Looking at the sky black but with shining moles To greet them like I do every other night Now that my age is no more I want this poem walk pages And tell the story of my missing tour To everyone sugarcoating their laziness.

-Aroon Che

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Disappeared

Long before when the winds knew
To blow the dirt on tombs
And long before when the waters knew
To wipe the tears off the wrinkled cheeks
There was a story of despair and Struggle
To crack the walls of separation and hate
There was this dream for every eye to look beyond sight
And wander into the depth of this mystic feeling
Hand in hand with a mind that loves every other mind.
Long before the time has come up to shape
And destiny started to grow the gap
These two minds lived in every moment, every street and in everywhere.
There was no end , they thought
But now they were lost and disappeared
In these woods of lust and material.

Aroon Che

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Paradise

On these hills of dead flowers
Piled up for years by the gardeners
The waters flow from
Onto the ground below.
No one know where they are from
The flowers are from the gardens around
But where are the waters from?
Asked everyone to each others
The gardening was good and the land is fertile
The sun shone well and the leaves grew green all the while
But how do these flowers be born dead
With a lot of life around?
Asked everyone to self and each other.
And when the little boy from the crowd
Walked in and climbed the hill of dead flowers
And with his little thumb on the water spring
He closed it and the water stopped.
He smiled as everyone looked at the flowers
Coming back to life.

-Aroon Che

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