9/11 – The Shackles Are Hardly of The Towers

no day, no night //
breeze brushes aside all known colors of life //
dear ones go //
forgotten //
and come another life, we are running already //
things happen so fast //
in a blur, towers burn down to shackles //
do we really know life //
or its zillion strange ways of weaving and breaking bonds //
or its zillion voices shouting out the meaning //
of life //
of loss //
of love //
of pain //

no //
we need to keep looking back //
to stumble upon something meaningful //
the shackles are hardly of the towers //

nine-eleven //
broken, but awake //


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