Everything happens for a reason


in the sea of love we swam like a fish
dreams of having our own world, kinda selfish
Being together forever was our only wish
"I will die for you" ... promises we can't acomplish
Suddenly crashed .. a journey we couldn't finish
slowly slowly momments begun to perish
Only hallucinating sweet moments we cherish
We cry like crazy " Oh Lord why"
"I did everything for him(her) see now i cry"
Tears after tears  till they dry
Then we start to pray
Asking Lord for a good life every day
Turning our soul in a religious way
Then we remember we were the lost sheep
We enjoyed a haram( unlawful ) relationship
Craving to repent for unlawful things we do on earth
Slowly slowly improving our faith
Boom! Lord brings Ramadhan a month of blessings
A month to ask all our cravings
A month to wipe out our sins
Make this month useful before the new moon is seen
Happy Ramadhan.... stay healthy .. stay clean
😊wishWish☺️

One should do for me
not a dream too many
neither perfumed
roseate or lavish
simple joys just as
they should be-

if there were
a million flowers
in the expansive field
before me
which should
I choose to see?

what of the feast
with fifty and one variety?
should I consume
to over-satiety?

two songs
I couldn't hear
at the same time
however sweet-
that would jar
their individual beauty

I met you so long ago
at a mutual friend's party
amidst the din and laughter
alone in a corner
you stood quietly
how well do I remember
your gentle eyes did greet me
my heart spoke silently:
' if you have but just one dream
let this be....'

I drew near
and you said:
'I'm a shy girl
from the country
seldom do I
come to the city
it's rather scary...

dad is a farmer
fourth generation really
at the village-school
I did my basic study
so often he said to me
what's the use
of a university?
girls are meant
to marry
and have a family....'

her last words
still vibrate
in my memory:
'life in the country
is calm and happy
i'll live and die there
content with
a life of simplicity
I don't need
a dream too many.....'

my job in the city
as a stock-broker
I gave up-I knew
you were meant
for me

I shouldn't
further elaborate
our gentle love
tells its story.

A field of vibrant, tall sunflowers.
Subtle rays of light filtering through the Autumn leaves.
Stalks of fallen hay, freshly harvested.
Ice clinking in a glass of tea on a hot summer’s day.
The gentle thrumming of guitar strings to a song I’ve yet to learn.
Shaunie’s laugh at even the smallest things; So vibrant and bold.
The SpongeBob ice creams from the ice cream truck on boiling days.
Biting into a sugar-coated lemon, the sour burst paired with lemony sweetness.
The lasting taste of a Sprite on my lips as I trace those old back roads.
Settling into the warm grass; Florida sun beating down on my skin.
The cool night’s air whirling against me as I ran home.
My cat’s fur as she curled up in the crook of my spine, the sun creeping through the window.
Yellow rejuvenates our souls, stirring up the old.