The Hanged spirits

Hung between Heaven and Earth, we start floating.

Not able to fit in.

Balance was our only hope..

A call for the Righteous and Evil was heard, somewhere far away at the horizons. And here we are hung in between trying to figure out a way. A way out of a brutal machine that is trying to consume our hopes and dreams. Dreams of better tomorrow, of seeds of passion nurtured by the light of love and springs of care. A tunnel we reach where we keep walking till we reach nowhere. That nothingness at the end keeps deluding us that there is still a way. A way to keep moving forward. That shining darkness keeps persuading us with words of nothingness, preaching us about how things will be great.

It's a mystery, we all are...

And God in the realm of the unseen, working their powers behind the scene.

And here we are hung spirits floating in between. Do we walk with

the righteous? the Evil? or stay between?

Do we choose the dark as a source of our light, or do we choose the light as a source of our darkness?

Stuck in the middle, like an endless riddle,

Hanged spirits, but no so little

as to belittle, is to be little.

I have Light in me, but sometimes I become dark.

I have darkness in me, but sometimes I become light.

Heaven choose me, I am worth.

Hell take me, evilness is my right since birth.

The moment of judgement came, the Heaven and Hell had to speak words of justice and wisdom, to decide our fate.

Heaven:" You have done so good, enter my grace"

-The shadows have expelled me

Hell: "you exiled the light, I am your place"

-I made darkness out of rays Heaven: "You have done so bad, can't you see your ways?"

-I am the brightness of the dark days Hell: "You have done so good. In you, I don't have a case"

And here we are stuck in the middle, like an endless riddle.

Hopes in our hearts, but not so little...

Written by Hassan Ismail

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