divine comedy

Most of our miseries arise from the gap between our reality and an envisioned alternate reality. It arises from the non-acceptance of the present; a longing for something, somewhere, some perfect timing. But it never comes. The chase never ends. This gap is where we feel like we failed. The minute you lose awareness of...

Titled: Letters to Everyone, and Myself

It started when I was nine. A blank paper was so irritating to me, something needed to be done. And when I stared at it long enough, it would speak to me. It would tell me to write. And I, submissively, felt hungry for writing. That was when I started to express my interest in...

letters of an apathetic man

Some time last year, in a foggy vision where the part of my brain that distinguishes an hour from a minute was dizzy. In times like that you forget; what is time but a man made illusion? Aren't the thoughts floating in space of the mind more dominant than anything else, such as time? Some time...

Countdown

He's in his grave it's Peaceful and silent It's not as scary as theyTold him it would beHe's 77 and he Wonders if her soul is what's making the starsshine as he sheds his tearsHe's 60 and he's Right there beside herGazing into her beautiful Face which seems unmovedBy time to him, she wakes up...

Flaming Monsters

Pull yourself together Do not break down You know you are far stronger than the monsters in your head   Direct your feelings to what is really worthy And believe in the power of letting go   Look at the sky it mourns for the dead by shining brighter and rebirthing   Feel the moon...

A Single Sun

The thick line between dreams and reality starts to disappear.Slowly, gradually.You’d think you’re losing your mind, and that it’s catastrophic. But you still can’t analyze how your perspective changed. Now everyone notices how you read people more clearly. You wouldn’t understand how he’d start appearing like a sun, in a world that knows but a...

A Little Lively Girl

I had a strange dream last night about an old man wearing a top hat whose question was repeated and echoed in my head; do you know who you are? Here is what I told him, with uncertain eyes: There is a little girl inside, you can never even imagine how factual her existence is....

The Opposing Girl

They say mirrors are silent I say they scream words only we understand   Hello to the mirrored self The child inside You speak the truth when I tell lies   © 2013 ALIA SULTAN