Temptress
Enchanted glower of a
stare.
Following an insist
contempt of your content &
less of tests go on to say
morning bells strain on in vain.

Why do you come here
broken bird
blue-sulken, half-hearted
aviator of the dew?
How long must he endure
you?

Swayed from the winds of your brothers &
sisters;
Betrayed none other than by your uncles &
from where they keep
theirs.
Give haste to weeping
Give thanks to conceiving these
wings.

Justified to veer south is
****** not thee
be !
What **!
Hold tight!
Pass on the **** light
Cross vex into his sight
Tonight.

For man almost twenty-six
spoke long of the 27 tears :
of the unknown, complex
passionate, loving years
He was waiting
And always
was relaying
this to his

own little
20 Class A
Robin~

If life had four seasons,
Yours were all winter...
If I'm not mistaking;
Everything was dusky blue,
And you were the shimmering ice that covered my entire existence...

May I ask; are we truly through?
For when I think of you,
All of my senses naturally start singing to you...

Darling, you are more than precious,
And in defiance of what I hold of solemn wishes,
Of the heavy yearning for a forthcoming coincidence,
The least I'm concerned about is our distance...

I know for a fact that our hearts are still beating together...
I am here for you,
I am yours forever...

For all that matters,
The days we lived,
And all the hardships we encountered,
Our bond grew stronger...

Trust me, I'm holding onto every reason...
Your face, your scent, your kindness, our memories, and times of laughter...

No human on earth can let go of what makes them breathe...
You were, and you will always be; my most beloved treasure...

Friday, April 17th 2015.
Kawther Alkhabbaz.

It was the burdens of yesterday
And the uncertainty of tomorrow
That makes this place
A living hell

dredge in mud
knee deep
but sky high

trudge the sludge
plod the crud
and form tracks

nearly sighted
look far
to reach

growth will follow

The strength bestowed upon us can turn into a heavy burden,
One which our scrawny shoulders sometimes can't carry,
Or our tired backs from entering the journey of womanhood,
Or even our bruised and battered souls that continue to brave on along this path of emotional, mental and even physical scaring we live to bear.

Maybe being a woman means I'm supposed to be inferior to my other half,
Or bowing to him as if he had turned into a humanly form of a deity that I am supposed to worship.

Listen!
I am a person,
I am that face society either frowns or smiles upon,
I break,
I soldier on,
I cry,
I laugh...
and boy, is it quite an interesting journey of self-realisation.

But at the end of the day,
I want to raise my voice to the sound of jubilance,
Not to news of someone getting *****;
a girl not going to school because she is not 'smart enough';
a cry from the brutality at the hands of another;
another statistic telling us the measure of a woman, when compared to a man;
another dream dying because your belief in yourself and the capabilities you possess has become a distortion of what everyone believes to be 'right/wrong'

You'll be given varying descriptions,
And that's okay...
...because

YOU ARE HUMAN!