Each brush stroke,
paints color back,
into her wuthering heart.

Maybe in an alternate universe,
we worked out.

To
broken promises
&
unfinished relationships,
To
the
random stranger
you
lock eyes with
on
the
street,
And wish you knew.

To
the
smiling baby
in
a
lady's arms,
You wish was yours.

To
the
entwined fingers
of
a
passing couple,
which would have been yours,
if only he stayed.

But maybe?
Just maybe?

But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have.

Insha Allah
The sun will be bright.
All rough roads will be smooth.
The ***** and sad will be clean.
Because we smell the scent of success.
at this time, close to the evening fall.
I see colourful birds flying in the sky.
Moving to the western evening together
Singing as prayer brings harmony and peace.

Insha Allah.
We will have wings.
To fly above the sky.
To see lucidity in the sky.
To sing as prayer brings us together in peace forever.

Rage
Red rage
Like erupting volcano
The blinding anger
Cracking up loud
Fire won't out
Burning forests
as it won't subside
Will take days and more
calm the loads destruction
The remnants and the ashes    
All that relationship and bonds