It is autumn inside
and i am shedding parts of me
in preparation for the cold winter ahead.

I will learn to let go before I bloom again.
When will I be drenched in the glory of spring?
When will this skin feel the effervescence of the celebratory summer?

A lot has changed since we last spoke

People have cried and others have found love

I have stopped breathing since we last spoke;

However you should not worry about my lungs

But you should know that my soul has stopped dancing

My lips could barely move to greet

My arms have become too lazy to hug

But my heart has continued to skip a beat at the thought of you

and my fingers will forever come back to life

like when you held my hand

Never mind that for now, all I care about is that you are doing well.

The moon's modest nature is entrancing
It's splendour is never fully displayed for long for our eyes to indulge in
It transforms itself every night
Leaving us to outline its curves
while it encrusts light in a sombre sky of darkness.

Ramadan opens door of mercy each year
reconciling all our hearts on goodness, generosity and forgiveness.

We are all clusters of sins awaiting repentance
holding on to a book bonded with threads of faith
Encrusted with pristine words and reminders from Allah (swt)

When our heads hung low,
And our eyes dripped tears and despair
The pillars of Islam held us back up.
They are the backbone of our lives.

Ramadan leaves us with empty stomachs during the day
But with that our tongues are heavy with thikr
And our hearts are soft from patience.

I pray that we find the right doors to open, and that we remain among the faithful believers.

Ramadan Kareem to my muslim followers x

Embellishing letters with ribbons
but those can't appease
the rotting words that lay unsent
in dusty drawers of masked regret.

Crescents of moons,
but never the entire gem.
Sunny days,
but our hearts have frozen.
Breaths and blood,
but I can no longer feel.