Stars

 I sit alone

Black dark sky

Shines with little stars 

I realize my existence 

We have 206 bones and 600 muscles 

Why not human beings without clay?

Why we feel things?

Are we machine?

But can we say?

Human can be anything, but can't be human 

What am I?

Fool 

Where we are?

We are between spirituality and materialistic 

We are between life and death 

We are between reality and fake

We are between me and you 

I close my eyes and feel freedom of air

My hair touch freedom of air and fly with it

Listen darkness of night 

You are peaceful 

You absorb and breath 

But light of day

Imprison freshness of air

It's takes smile 

Just noise 

I have to go

I take my diary 

Bye black night and shiny stars 

You bury in secret 

When I wake up 

Cup of tea is at table 

Is it dream? 

Is life a dream?

Good morning...

Jeya batool 🍂