Life writes us


We do not write life

Life writes us

And life publishes us.

We do not write the script,

Saying to life

Here is the scenario,

Follow my instructions and produce it.

For life is the scribe who pens and records us

And we are but the manuscripts of life

Which, it illuminates modestly or lavishly.

Life beckons and we must follow.

Life writes our birth, our youth and our death,

Life dictates the setting.

He who dares

Forge drafts for life to choose from,


You are distorting and mangling

The gift of life.

My friends, life is but a word said then unsaid

A song sung then unsung.

Life is but a burning lamp at the edge of nothingness.


©Alisar Iram



About alisariram

I am an artist, a writer and a researcher. I know Arabic and English . I am interested in music and art of every description. I like to describe myself as the embodiment of a harmonious marriage between two cultures which I value and treasure.
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