dunya is
waiting in the cold rain
for a dream, thats faded into a mirage
it's going to castle
and realising that life goes on
that they've already forgotten you
dunya is distance
its transience
its floating in outer space
never settling
in one place
it's trying so hard to erase
everything that hurts you
dunya is silent sadness
it's words unspoken
its half the wing
of a half gnat
it's falling short
it's falling apart
it's losing sight
it's losing heart
dunya is living
it's knowing
that's its incomplete
and so are you
and so is everything
dunya is a story that'll never be finished
its words that will never be scribed
its truth, shrouded in lies
dunya is dark
it's a lark, a laugh
a cry, a sob
a few breathes in a few places
but sometimes
more than sometimes
often
dunya
it's a pretty beautiful place
filled with pretty beautiful people
and things
just imagine
what akhira
could be.
