Author: afzal
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Ved Rondane
No seer eg atter slike Fjøll og Dalar,som deim eg i min fyrste Ungdom saag,og sama Vind den heite Panna ‘svalar;og Gullet ligg paa Snjo, som fyrr det laag.Det er eit Barnemaal, som til meg talar,og gjer’ meg tankefull, men endaa fjaagMed Ungdomsminni er den Tala blandad:Det strøymer paa meg, so eg knapt kan anda.…
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The Increasing Entropy
I was the tree. Alone but strong, I thought I would always be. But none may defy nature’s law of ageing and decay, through the dance of time passing by. The universe’s way of communication. The constant increase of entropy, towards the inevitable end-station. All those promises, all those dreams. Made only to be broken,…
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Bulleh Shah’s Reflections
You read and read and master knowledge. But you never read your inner self. You run to enter temple and mosque. But you never entered your heart. Every day you fight the devil. But you never fought your own desire. Bulleh Shah, don’t reach to grab what’s in the sky. When you havn’t even managed…
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When You Were Loved
When every dream has turned to dust, and your highest hopes no longer soar. When places you once yearned to see, grow further away on distant shores. When every night you close your eyes, and long inside for something more. Remember this and only this, if nothing else you can recall— There was a life…
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En Route to Gaustatoppen
Gaustatoppen, considered by many to be the most beautiful mountain in Norway, towers above the town of Rjukan at an altitude of 1883 meters (6178 feet). The views from the top, as well as along the route, are stunning, and on a clear day, hikers can see one sixth of Norway from the summit! The…
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I am Alone
There was a world far away, in which you and I lived. Walking on the paths of our dreams, I said to you, I admit, I am in love. If this is not love, what is it? I am alone, I am alone, I am alone. Without you, I am alone Your innocence, your laughter.…
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The First Day of Spring
Today, after weeks of low temperatures caused by Siberian winds from the East, the snow finally gave in to the warmth of the March sun. From afar, the droplets from the melting snow on the roof seemed to be falling lazily onto the wooden railing on top the fence below. As March 1st, the first…
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Sunday Blues
The last time I visited this place, was fourteen years ago, almost to the date. Standing here by the edge of the river again, nothing seems to have changed. The trees, the rocks, the water, even the shrubs, they all look the same. The sound of running water and the wind rustling the leaves. The…
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Sad Things
Why do you write sad things? he asked. When I am here, when I love you. Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you. It is inevitable. But please understand; from the moment I met you, I stopped writing for the past. I no longer write for the present.…
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Passing Time
I feel the end is drawing near, would time be so kind to slow? You are everything to me, my dear, you are all I really know. But as I sit and wait and fear and watch the hours go— Everything that happened here happened long ago. – Lullabies, by Lang Leav
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