The aching pain in my ligaments,
The harsh deprivation my heart fears,
Uplifted by this bizarre weight I vent-
What is it that your heart says, my dear ?
Through your conscience you confabulate me,
Fuming love, celeste touch, lingered plea,
Withered and scraped from the deep blue sea,
Waves flow in haste rapidly and free,
Sanity strikes me hard digging in,
Silent echoes trail and haunt me freely,
Pulchritude disguise shows all my sin,
Clarity beyond replete seen mildly,
Recalcitrant yet powerful eases dive-
Plunging downward and gliding to thrive.

On no,
Not another poem
I hope it's not too long
You know how they make me yawn

Oh great,
What's this he's trying to say
You know how his rhyming schemes
Seem to get in the way

Oh man,
Here he goes again
Thinking that he's clever
When he's just hard to understand

Oh shoot,
What am I going to do
If he asks me what I think
When I haven't got a clue

Oh heck,
I hope that this is it
Once this clown gets started
He never knows when to quit

Oh no,
Not another poem
I hope it's not too long
You know how they make me yawn

Oh Allah !
In this coming, spiritual month of Ramadan-
I plead for forgiveness,
I ask from you to cleanse our souls,
Forgive us all,
For we have sinned,
We are frail by heart,
We are liars and judgmental,

Oh Allah !
My eyes shed tears for all of this human race,
All those who have passed away,
For people who are still here,
And for those who have lost their strength,
I pray for all these people,
For their forgiveness, for their health,
I ask for your help,

Oh Allah !
To you we all shall return,
We are your disciples Almighty Allah,
And I ask from you to lead us to the right path,
We are your creation,
We have erred and ask for forgiveness,
How guilty are we and how we've fallen in abyss,
Please listen to our prayers and let us taste the essence of a heavenly afterlife.

i raised her
with a violent birth
my vocal cords tangled
like a drunk couple
making love
with her name.

she emerged from
the slit in men's throats,
a grown woman,
her sister followed,
from suffocated coughs,
glowing like streetlamps
from mouth to mouth,
never happy,
never settled.

girls like her,
they don't enter this
world easy,
they leave it in a mess,
exit it like a highway,
move on to the
next place.

there's a stain they
always leave,
yellow on the teeth,
marks on bed-sheets,
empty rings on
bedsides with last
nights drink
gone cold just like
their feelings.

just a girl they say,
harmless,
girls have endless love
in their hearts,
and endless hate.

is there a method to your madness
some point to your plan
a logical set of reasons
why you always have drink in hand

is it used to sooth you
take off the hardened edge
or to escape the voices
that rattle in your head

do you find you need it more these days
than it ever needed you
how long now have you lost count
at just one drink or two

do you wake up and beg forgiveness
from the wretched night before
do you know how long this has gone on
or have you stopped keeping score

in this method to your madness
the point in your plan
your illogical set of reasons
why you hold spilled drink in hand

I woke up in a movie
Just when the credits rolled
It might have been a romance
But I have no way of knowing

I couldn't help but think of you and me
And how we are like a movie
How we sometimes sleep through it
This romantic comedy

Maybe when it's over
We'll give each other credit
For all the things that we did right
And all the things we didn't

How we made it through to the bitter end
Of the laughter and tears that we played in
Major stars in our own right
In the way that we both lived

I woke up in a movie
Just when the credits rolled
It might have been a romance
But I have no way of knowing