The music man is the master of disguise.
He sings about his pain but no one hears his cries

Everyone fell in love
With your beauty and grace.
But no one saw the tears
That streamed down your face.
Because people only see
What they want to see.
"If that's true," you ask,
"Does that mean you wanted
To see me cry?"
"Not at all, my dear.
I just think emotion is beautiful.
And when you are willing to show
An emotion like crying,
It proves there's more to you
Than meets the eye."

It's a scary time.
A time where there's a lot
we don't understand.
We can't even take each other's hand.
But I don't need to hold your hand
To make me feel safe.
Just one look in your eyes
Is all it takes.

Matches constantly lit
No char
No ash

Unscathed

No fire
No ember
Just memories it gave

I penetrate, when my pen iterate
As I paint it red, killing thoughts of you
Pages out of space, such a weird case
As this paper trace, every pain it read 
Even though I hate, it's an essence of you

Love doesn't always
end like we planned;
it could be tragic,
sometimes messed up
but when you're with me,
I know that the future held our story
like the way we wrote,
like the way we thought.

I want to say I know how I feel

But to be honest I have no ******* clue

Am I happy or sad? Am I green or blue?

oh how I wish I knew

What triggered this?

I don't know

But maybe it’s ok if I don’t

Do I always have to know?

I don't know

And I think its ok to not know

Because I feel like it’s bigger than me

feelings, emotions, love, hate, jazbadi, barbadi

Sure I feel them, and sometimes I recognize them too

But all of these things are beyond me, and my current body

that this soul has wanted to reside in this time

i wonder….

Do I get to claim the body or the soul?

Which one is truly mine?

i guess it depends

Who is I?

The body or the soul?

maybe I am the emotions themselves

Maybe I am the feelings that arise when the soul and this body align

Am I the electricity that runs through this body when it feels exhilarated  

Am I the feeling of warmth when a loved one gives this body a hug

Or am I the rage that causes this body to feel like it wants to explode

Possibly, am I the boulder that sits on the heart of this body when saddened

i am all of those feelings and more

I am THIS soul that chose THIS body at THIS time of space continuum  

But what I can’t say is why? because That’s someone else’s job

Thank god, because Lord knows this job is no joke

what I can say is whoever is doing all of this, thank you… thank you so much

For letting this soul experience the closest thing to magic there is… INSANIYAT

The opposite of war isn't peace.
It's creation.
So take this time of isolation
To make something that inspires
A generation.
A poem. A movie. A song.
Something that reminds us
That even though we feel alone,
We belong.

We rarely talk
We've had memories
Some bittersweet

You're the song on repeat
And I want it to stop
Get it off my mind

No longer do I want this lullaby

Good. Bad.
Happy. Sad.
Love. Hate.
Lost.
Weak. Strong.
Right. Wrong.
Scared. Prepared.
These words don't define us.
They are feelings.
So please. Don't be afraid
If these words come across your mind.
Don't be afraid to admit that you feel that way.
Like everything else, they will go away in time.