Heavenly Way
In Your Abode there's a secret space.
A safe opened to the lovers of submission.
Guide me to Your blessings,
In between my weeps and wounds.
Let them tear and bleed,
Paving that heavenly way,
Oh, that of Siraathal Mustaqeem.
Sunday, May 8, 2022
Senses and Silences.
Love has no language.
But, it does have senses to it.
An embrace, erupts the skins.
A kiss sweetens the lips.
A glance mesmerises the eyes.
A gasp, melody to the ears.
And the lover's drips, intoxicating.
Amidst all, the beauty of silence,
a warmth to the soul.
Saturday, April 16, 2022
Our Eden (In a Fantasy)
In between the chaos of the world,
I walked into this garden.
Amidst flowers that bloomed and butterflies that fluttered,
My withering wilderness found an abode.
An eden you had made,
Your chest, my bed
Your shoulder, my shade
Your words, my root.
And so i grew, so did my wild flowers.
We crept and entangled as one, and so the garden prospered.
Alas satan whispered a song
And a storm of envy came by.
You were mute and i uprooted.
Left to wither, caressed by your memory.
Saturday, March 26, 2022
On A Seashore, A Melody
The sun is setting. It's beautiful. It is. As always it has been. And my heart is brimming. The waves sing the same melody and they sound like the last good bye you had in hand for me.
To me it seems like ages before when our arms collided, and then our eyes. Or was it the eyes first? Sigh, I've them mixed as i fell in your tender pool of smile, that took me to the streets of sweet cooked breads in Konya.
I don't remember what it was, but what i do know is life has changed since then. It feels surreal. All of it. Yet so rawly, factually, genuinely true. There's this wind that has been fondling me for the past hour. I wonder if you send her to me. She has this scent, so familiar. That of salt and shyness. A mixture your kisses gave me.
Thursday, February 17, 2022
The Lil Cravings
I crave for simple things. Like the warmth of your presence as I open my eyes. To go out and grab a cup of coffee while we talk of mundanity and philosophy and reality. To cook and eat and fill tummies and hearts. To laze around and make out while the laundry chair piles up. To talk to our Lord and make conversations worth this life and next. To go on and on about how tiring the day was and to listen to you ramble about your experiences of socialising.
I crave for silences amidst journeys and for freedom within expressions. Some roads I crave to take with no one beside me while others along other soul. I crave for simple things like the world to accept that there are galaxies and universes within each soul and one cannot limit anyone. We have never deciphered what a soul is made of and so how does one have the audacity to chain yours or mine.
I crave to laugh amidst aches and struggles. I crave for another soul that shall be able to accept the vulnerability and intensity I possess. I crave for love. I crave for kindness. To be able to live and die amidst ups and lows knowing very well life goes on and up until the last breath I did live. I crave to carve words that shall speak to a soul or two when in need.
Monday, January 24, 2022
(In)Sanely Conversations
Though i am no more in love with you, my heart pleaded i let you know that she loves you.
I've tried telling her to stop this madness.
How does one kill what keeps them alive, she asked me back?
She finds the love she holds for you as her drug to keep me sane and alive.
I am troubled.
Do i kill myself or see my heart pained?
Ah, the dilemmas of unrequited love!
Monday, January 17, 2022
Eternal Rendezvous
Lend me a ear, will you?
Listen to my mute words, very few.
Bid farewell, but never in your prayer.
Leave them hanging every night in the air.
So when i do turn to dust,
they shall be my sole companion.
My Ruh and your Dua,
shall form an eternal union.
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