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Aqilah Zaman Nov 2023
Your eyes
didn't remind me of the sun nor the sea,
it's that warm incandescent-
like the golden sheen on honey,
or the soft light under
which I read the greatest literature,
It held the vivid tones in Monet's Water Lily Pond

In your eyes,
I saw the lago di Garda
with the brightest hue,
I found there my repose, my escape
my rendezvous with peace

Your eyes pictured the landscape
of all the good that I've seen
Like that villa in Balbiano-
there, I could see our holy matrimony

In your eyes, our future is written
like the cheesy preamble of our
favourite rom-com
There, I see us at home.
2700k refers to a lightbulb that has a warm tone.
Aqilah Zaman Jun 2017
The light was still on,

The clock screamed at zero three hundred hours,
My mind was terrorised by thousand bullets of fear and doubt,
There was a cyclone of anxiety and worry,
I tried to seek for shelter but couldnt.
Hoping for peace but it was dull and dreary.
All my life I was afraid of the dark and fear was inevitable,
It felt as if I was standing on a railway, facing an oncoming train
I stood there
Frozen
But nothing was holding me back, and
I didnt want to run either.

My inner voice wanted to rant
A thousand reason of why I should be afraid
Of repressed emotion, of words unsaid
I prayed,
Tried to be a saint
But my heart was a blank canvas, left unintended and fear acted as paint.
All I wanted was an embrace of apology from myself to myself,
Because I have never said sorry for the things that I did to me, to my mind.
Now I wanted to resign.
I sighed my last sorrow,
and burned the art apprehension drew,
Desperate for a positive morrow.
I remembered what dad said about clinging to the past,
Of happiness that won't last
He said we are not meant to hold on, we're meant to let go.

Tonight I said sorry to my fear because we're going to be brave for the first time.

I salute at time
And switched off the lights
Aqilah Zaman Jun 2017
For every word I uttered, I said it a thousand times in my mind

Therefore, before I greet you with a hello, a thousand mirage of you stood before me in my head,

and I said hello to each and one of them

but never good bye.

Farewell seemed so easy like a Title it gets you anywhere, and to the next person that will benefit you.

Confidence was a hallucinogen, as Fear abducted me to the hellish part of my mind

I held myself as my own hostage-

Goodbye was the reward that everyone was so thrilled to give.

And now or forever I will be alone

Until the cycle begins again.
Aqilah Zaman Jun 2017
I am afraid of tomorrow. If the sun does not shine, that’s okay. If it’s pouring heavily, that’s fine too.

I am afraid of tomorrow. If I lose myself, I don’t care. If I find a new me, there’s a chance I am going to ruin her too.

I am afraid of tomorrow. Stutters. ****.

I am afraid of tomorrow. What if I just bit my tongue till it bleeds? What if I just chew my inner cheek? A trip to the hospital won’t hurt... much.

I am afraid of tomorrow. What if I count my steps, and it’s not a 1000?
Now I have to go back.

I am afraid of tomorrow. If the sun does not shine, that’s okay. It feels like there isn’t for the past years of my life.

I am afraid of tomorrow.  If it’s pouring I hope it drowns my sorrow, so I can dance till the puddles of its being is no longer there.

I am afraid of tomorrow. If I find a new me. Oh god... Will I stare in the mirror and call her ugly too?

I am afraid of tomorrow. If I speak to you and I stutter do I have to count to 10 to calm myself down? What if at 8 you… leave.

I am afraid of tomorrow. What if it’s tomorrow I still have to bite my tongue? There’s no trip to the hospital for that kind of injury.

I am afraid of tomorrow. What if my steps were a 1000 but it still does not lead me anywhere?
Aqilah Zaman Feb 2016
She always gave him baked goods,
It’s as if he swallowed the poem she tried to tell
But never had the courage to do so.
Afraid that it’s too dark, too sweet
Eventually, too stale to be eaten.

So at dawn, her kitchen was the kingdom she woke up to,
The oven shone before the sun,
She was embraced by the lingering dusts of flour in the air that dance
Like cupids celebrating love,
The sound of her utensils was the applause of the crowd that resonated to her soul.
The smile she received was like being showered by the bravos of roses.

This was her sanctuary.

And so it become her routine.

— The End —