Fariel Shafee

The Game of Life

Under a starless sky, wrapped with
lifeless air,

The swaying sinewy
Palms,
Assuming the looks of fragile
Sticks,
Solemnly augur the words

The wait

Next to the cobbled path
Where the host of vivid lilies
Crave for autumn’s rain,

On the crackled, battered soil
As the spider black and red

The Center Star

Throbbing at the center
Solemnly--

Its pulses
Reaching to engulf
Daring souls
Approaching the boundary of
Purpose,

A Day Under The Clouds

She lived once up there.

Water once flew below those thick
Reflective clouds
Clumping high in that
Opaque sky,

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