pray,

that i start existing in my thoughts
along with the rest –

which hides so calmly,
and screams in silence,
that –

which was never meant to exist.


– fatima siraj

It's unbelievable finding someone so similar to you
that you can almost feel your essence in them
it's rare; but the moment they touch your soul
through their words,
the way they smile- acknowledging you alone,
how the sound of your name
the most beautiful symphony sliding off of their lips
that unique and unspoken feeling of
knowing that somewhere –
someone,
amidst a hundred people,
has a single thought of you
that thought becomes almost within your reach
close enough to grasp
if you extend your arms at the exact moment
but that's the struggle isn't it?
that perfect moment; so invisible, so absent.

- F.S

anything you didn’t need,
you left behind.
silly me,
i thought you had taken a part of me with you.


– fatima siraj

If I get the chance to live on long enough for someone to call me wise
I yearn to tell them things will not always work out
But its okay you believed they would
You can draw a tiny house with a yellow sun in the corner of the page
Paint the roof brick red
Place a blue car next to a tree
Remember to draw a smile on the boys’ and girl’s faces
This will be your work of art and it deserves a place on the wall
As this drawing is replaced with another
You’ll start to wonder why
The windows were always closed
Inside, there might be two lonely people
With an insatiable desire to get over with the day
I must tell them some nights
They’ll cry themselves to sleep
And the next day will still carry its memory
Although very soon, between now and then
While the clouds above the house remain blue
A time would have passed by
Making the memory a part of itself
And you’ll start to wonder why
You only drew the front view of this house.

- F.S