The heart has its reasons,
Rivers pave their own way,
Autumn blows the leaves,
So does my love find its way back to you,
Like a dagger that rips off my heart.
Like a shooting star that never returns, my wait for you never ends.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
I've come a long way,
Barefoot, carrying sand of the desert between my toes.
I've spent countless nights roaming here and there,
Looking for the ban of my existence.
There I see a light —
It spreads all over,
As if a noon sun has emerged in the middle of the night.
Oh! How long I've been searching
For the light of Noor and Hidaya.
Tell me, my heart —
Is it near?
Have we reached our destination?
Tell me —
Is this the cure to the uneasiness of my mind?
Ohh, my soft little heart —
There's still a long way.
So many sceneries to be captured,
So many paths,
So many things to feel.
Keep your walls tight —
There will be floods,
Storms that might try to weaken you.
But remember —
Those who keep their hearts clean,
Allah makes His home in those hearts.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 3:31 PM UTC
I wish I could sit beside the shore under the full moon,
With a pen in my hand,
Draw a sketch of memories
In a diary,
With you beside me, smiling with shiny eyes,
And your hair waving with the breeze
Just like crops in a field,
My eyes filled with the sparkling stars of the galaxy,
With your glance, they shine even brighter,
A warm, sensational, thoughtful night,
With a starry moon,
Spotlighting my darkness,
Unveiling my heart,
Inhabited by a gentle lad—
Every night, with a soothing voice,
He whispers in my ear a fantasized melody.
Spring that never ends in my heart—
With your thoughts, it blossoms.
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 5:47 AM UTC
Now when I look back,
You know what I see?
A shadow on its knees,
A piece of a sunken ship
Finding its way back to shore.
But what I don’t see anymore — is me.
So where am I?
Maybe lost.
Maybe reincarnated.
Maybe floating.
Maybe drowned.
Will I find myself again?
Maybe… if I follow the stars.
But isn't the sky
blurred by clouds?
I walked slowly beside an abandoned home,
Only to know the only home I abandoned was myself.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 3:59 AM UTC
The irony of always being the poet, but not the poem,
And the irony of having unmatched metaphors, but not the muse,
The irony of being the shooting star, but not the moon,
The irony of being the ocean, but not having a river to flow in it,
The irony of being the ashes, but not the sparks to ignite the fire.
The irony of being the forest, but not having the beasts to inhabit it,
And the irony of being the lover, but not being loved.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 12:24 AM UTC
It's throbbing so is my heart numb now,
It's continuous river so are my eyes dried now,
It's like a sky full of stars, so are my eyes blind now.
It's warm outside, yet my blood is cold.
The path leads to you yet my shadow is in search of my soul.
Steps of you have faded yet the light in my heart is burning.
You opened springs yet dried rivers that never run dry.
You never looked back yet my frozen feet stand where you left.
There's still a hope yet the sun & the moon shall never meet.
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 6:12 AM UTC