Ramblings of a Mad Woman

Among the excess material things that clog my veins are dejected dreams. They slosh and pool but never pass like stool. All over the body you can find deposits of these cancerous sores bumping against healthy cells. I'd like to cut them out, or live around them. Right now I am living with them and in them and adding to them. Soon all that will be left is a bag of cancerous meat, yes, and I will look and say that is me. Me this once beautiful girl coming up in the world until one day she tasted defeat, and you should have seen how it brought her to her knees. And all that could be said is she fell beautifully. She burns beautifully, so they continued to burn me. But ash is just ash, its just ugliness they kick off their feet. Today that is where you find me.

Falling in love

Falling is feeling too much freedom
Awaiting an unknown, unplanned future
Falling is waiting to land
This is me, waiting for solid land
To no longer toil against stormy weather
This land of mine is like a soft embrace
Gentle support and unwavering loyalty
Her wells and rivers never run dry
I have no fear of drought
Or starving for affection
My land showers me with kisses
When I reach it, I'll shall never depart
This is the land of eternity

Love Sickness

I toss out the bottle of pills as I cursed my doctor. None of them can help me and I am sick. I am sick of being embroiled in an unceasing war. The war within my levels of self and the unbending world around me. If they would but only give me a degree, some of this sickness would be relieved. When they see me weak they double down mercilessly. So I pretend I am strong just to carry on. But I feel it, in a step or two, I am through.

I can live off this...

 

Or do ye think that ye shall enter the Garden (of bliss) without such (trials) as came to those who passed away before you? they encountered suffering and adversity, and were so shaken in spirit that even the Messenger and those of faith who were with him cried: "When (will come) the help of Allah?" Ah! Verily, the help of Allah is (always) near! (Surah 2 : Ayah 214)

Painted Prince

You know, I still look for you in the crowd.
Or up in the sky, expecting you surfing on a cloud.
Imagining you come is my sport and fun.
Scenarios that play on constant re-run.
You are always the hero in each one.
But they are all lies, from my heart, spun.
Lies to fill an unfeeling emptiness
Rent from promises, disingenuous

I Dream of Change

I dreamt of a tiger and a lion
A despot and a tyrant
I dream of a refuge for a migrant
A shelter for a vagrant
I dream of mercy for a miscreant
A clemency from punishment 
I dream of conditions changed
An acceptance of the preordained

Peace and Blessings be Upon Him

Acceptance

Isn't it time I submit?
Forcing it wont make it fit.

I always go into the forest

Eid Mubarak

Is it Eid?

Well is it? Anyone in the eastern hemisphere know anything?

So Forgive Me

اللهم إنك عفو تحب العفو فاعف عني 

 

Allaahumma innaka ‘afuwwun tuhibb al-‘afwa fa’affu ‘anni

(O Allaah, You are forgiving and You love forgiveness, so forgive me).” (Tirmidhi)

Choose Your Path

There are some decisions in life that determine the ends. It is that fork in the road that may only be a slight shift of one degree but in time the destination reveals much about that apparent slight approximation. Slight indeed. Its the little things like waiting or acting, leaving or staying, clinging or letting go.