Matterless

No wonder it rains after you die, 

The smoke from burning you 

Finds its way to the sky 

Freezing to bricks 

That wall the sunlight 
Making the mud below dark and thirsty.
You will rain then, with guilt and grief
Growing the seeds to jungles
Living forever in these loops of life.

-Aroon Che

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God beyond our Skins

We shed more blood walking out of the pit, more than when we fall into one.

The act of God is primarily not to kill the devil inside but to tame it into one good being. 

The irony here is, our prayers , 

which were supposed to be said with courage, 

are instead said with fear. 

That's where we misunderstood everything. 

From the fact that we are each a good human being t

o the truth that there is no God beyond our skins.

-Aroon Che

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Wish

The whole concept of this lifestyle, is everyone's trying hard, to make others look less mystic, cheap and more reachable, and to pretend to look mysterious, rich and unreachable, to the common people. That proves why we don't remember our friends as good as we remember our enemies.

-Aroon Che

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Slow Death

Men can kill Animals
Men can kill Women
Men can kill Children
Men can kill anyone
Anyone can kill the Men
When wars can begin
And greed can walk beyond
Brothers can kill
Each other
And Father can kill
Their mother
The noise can kill
A raising voice
And the silence can kill
One's own self
The religion can kill
The growth of common sense
These politics can kill
The question to moral science
The food can kill
Not the hunger
The water can kill
Not the thirst
But everything that has life
These men got sick
And strong at the same moment
When everything can kill them
Why cant they kill anything
Is the insane question
Befriended with this constitution
Pillared by this religion
For they wrote their own fate
Of this living to struggle and struggling to live
Not one can escape these doors
For they are not doors but walls
Of this room of human science.
Outside its all peace
Let it be there till we die in here.

-Aroon Che

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Nobody's Home

His skin's peeled open 

Like that of a dead carcasses

He signed no death or pain 

Blood didn't flow out of his veins 

He just laid still smiling
At Some distant memory
He slowly turned his head
To see me for what I have done him
He had no lips but only muscle
The cartilage above and the cheeks
Slowly responded to his turning
Shaking to the jerk his turn gave
His eyes, blue as sky, shined like that of smooth beaches
In the sun, under the torch I held
My men walked back a feet
As he rose to walk to me
He felt no danger but I was handy with my sword
He walked to me close as much as an inch
Panting his fresh breath on my sweaty face
Making me calm within and throw myself
On this shoulder, I dropped my sword
And the fire onto to the floor
The last I remember was the touch of his blood filled muscle
On my tanned chins.
I felt life. Walking out of me
Slowly and with care that I don't feel the pain.
I felt life. I felt mother. I felt cleansed.
Like a baby just out of the womb
Like a seed that pushes the dust to prop out
Why did i peel him off
To give him no face
Just to find the real peace
In all this chaos of human race?

-Aroon Che

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