Abandoned Vessel

I've decided to abandon writing/blogging for a while. Like most things in my life these days, I just don't enjoy it anymore. Maybe I'll come back once I have good to share with the world.

Just Cringe and Bare it

What do I do when the only person I can really talk to wont talk to me. Can't talk to me. I try to replace them but others don't fulfil the need. I end up feeling more lonely than if I were just alone. I just want to hear their voice, have them say my name, and listen to me talk. Its a simple yet strange desire.

Blindness

Two eyes of the lifeless
Take, making those breathless
Asleep though in wakefulness
Well in to wanness
A sickness of witness

Saddness

A dull aching knocking
Retreat from it quaking
A sound long foreboding
Of madness its making

My Allah Is The One

"I am sorry for my weakness"

Make Dua For Me

The Messenger of Allah said; “The supplication of a Muslim for his brother in his absence will certainly be answered. Everytime he makes a supplication for good for his brother, the angel appointed for this particular task says: `Ameen! May it be for you, too’.” [Muslim].

I just did it!

I just did what every girl thinks of doing at least once in her life. Chopping off all my hair. It feels liberating. I'm going to be rocking a bob for a while.

Charha de rang, soneya ve

The peacock decorates his beloved with his colours.

Vibrantly painting her with the ink of his feathers.

He gives though he loses what cannot be retrieved.

Stark white feathers are how saintly lovers are reprieved.

Humbled of his riches he does not think to grieve.

His heart only dreads the many paths to his bereave.

The peacock decorates his love with his feathers.

In mourner’s clothes he blissfully stalks after his colours.

Selflessly pleased at the pleasure of his lover.

He gives as if it were not to another;

Rather from his person, plucked to personify this other.

In giving, receiving the colours of his lover.