Towards Christmas of each year

mahmojiri
Dec 7, 2025
1 min read

In the path I never existed, she was living her life . I was a ghost of her life and I was living my life too. Not sure how happy or how meaningful !

I never like these time of the year in the new land , even when I tried to like it. It works like a Dagger on my Throat, cutting my veins one by one, patiently and slowly. And I am alive while my veins will cuts out…

If I were you, I was more careful for who I wish happy holidays.!!

7 December 2025

Recent Posts

See All

…

I am tainted by sin. Every day I wander the streets, searching for parts of your face, your body, your voice , your details in people. I stare at them and drown in your presence but in your absence...

Cutting words

My Words will cut the wings for skipping and there will be blood to drink as a pure wijn In Pure Nights of making Love with full...

بهار در بلوای یک پنجره ی درونی

روزهایی هم اشک ها نه بند می آیند و نه بیرون می آیند. اینقدر چانه میزنند تا جانمان بالا بیاید و دل از حلق مان بیرون بزند. هوای سرم بیرون...

Comments