Hazrat Usman
A lover of technology and Books
Night clings heavy, stars hide behind clouds, wind whispers warnings, but no one listens. City sleeps restless, streets hold secrets, footsteps echo softly, footsteps that vanish.
By Hazrat Usman Usman7 months ago in Poets
Ash filled lungs. Fire long gone. Dust kept rising. Jani walked slow. Eyes scanned walls. Cracks told truth. Hope felt thin.
We wake each day to blinking screens, chasing likes, but losing life. We scroll for truth and drown in filters, believing the loudest must be right.
You left quietly, no final word. Just silence stayed, loud and sharp. I searched skies, found no signs. Only shadows moved, where light once lived.
She wrote the letter, each word heavy, carved from her soul, filled with hope and fear. Promises whispered softly, fears wrapped in silence, love caught in between the lines she never sent.
You promised forever gone. Forever slipped away. Like fading shadows. Shadows at dawn. The clock slows. Seconds feel heavy. Empty spaces remain. You’re not here.
Every night, he climbed the hill. Not to wish. Not to cry. Just to wait. The moon, they said, had moved on. But he hadn’t.
She didn’t chase people. She caught echoes. When they left, she listened not to footsteps, but to the spaces they forgot to fill.
They said he walked with no shadow because his past refused to follow him. He didn’t speak. He burned. Not with rage, but with memory. Not with light, but with truth too hot to hold.
The sky cracked not open, but inward. As if it remembered every secret we tried to bury beneath time. Birds vanished mid-flight. Clocks spun backward. And my name it echoed from the mouths of people I’d never met.
It came not with fire, not with screams, but with a silence that bent the trees. The sky cracked gently — not in anger, but in grief.
They said the world would end with flame, But it ended with a whisper — no one came. No trumpet blast, no marching feet, Just silence sleeping on every street.
