The Dying Flame Of Belief

The Flame of Belief which once burned pure and 
divine, now attacked by the winds of uncertainty. The impurity so strong that it tries to put out the flame of believe which was the essence of existence. The phoenix inside me refuses to re-incarnate again, its a cruel world and the pain inflicted is too much to bear.

The merciless winds of pain, misery and injustice dance around me, trying to turn cold the fire of passion which burns in my heart.

I let the flames consume my existence to keep it glowing, making sure the these flames only burn out with my end. Making sure that my ashes smolder with peace forever.

© Rabea Kamran

Metamorphosis Continued..

I wrote a post on metamorphosis back then, now i wish to continue it.. As life continues, metamorphosis also continues..

I was a square, I lost my one angle and became a triangle, i changed from a calm neutral shape to a more powerful one. Then i spread my wings and became a pyramid, The symbol of power and mysteries.


As the metamorphosis continues I circled around ME along different paths until the circle blossomed into a sphere of "self" enclosing the little dot that i was once.


The sphere of self was set on fire of divine passion and the shes of it dissolved into wind, spread on infinity, finding myself everywhere...