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LN Jul 2014
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?
LN Jul 2014
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.
LN Jul 2014
Like a greedy vulture, I pecked at my skin
What is there to accept?
Is it the discoloured patches where plump red blush had settled before?
Rosy and full of life, I will mourn for my past self.
Is it the falling strings of hair giving up on embracing my tired neck?
A backbone that has defied its own purpose.

In a world of exchange and sharing
Nature has found a place in me
My soul reconciles with the desire to bloom
But my body is dwelling in its ashy winter days

Between the night and day
Find me halfway deciding where to go,
It will either be aspiring to be the sun
or waiting for the end to die with the moon.
I have finally written something after weeks of mental exhaustion
LN Jul 2014
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.
LN Jun 2014
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
LN Jun 2014
Embellishing letters with ribbons
but those can't appease
the rotting words that lay unsent
in dusty drawers of masked regret.
LN Jun 2014
Crescents of moons,
but never the entire gem.
Sunny days,
but our hearts have frozen.
Breaths and blood,
but I can no longer feel.
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