I hope my last thought is a nice one.

Nothing was attached when we met
and I sure as hell
that you weren't the orchid
that I was searching.

The moon wasn't shining
when I first saw you walking with a bursting orange shirt and I promise you that I never felt that you were a meaningful poetry.

But for a few days, your face lit up my boring world, your jokes shined my darkest river, your smile was the sunrise that I was waiting to see,
and my mind was your place that you're always going to be.

But these past few minutes, your voice is the most unpleasant sound I've ever heard, your eyes are the most boring thing in the world, your face is the last thing I want to see.
I don't want to feel like this but I don't want myself to get hurt.
Go on, I'm not forcing you to love me, because I know, all your life, you've always loved her and not me.

maybe i am doing this wrong
but you have to love me back.

I met you on sunday
on my way to church
I was happy and fine
and when i saw you
my mounth paused
my recent thoughts closed
my mind dissapeared
until  the time you faded.

I held in church
and when the choir started singing
I started thinking
about you
how your beautiful eyes looked me
how your natural black skin made my eyes stuck
how your smile destroyed my mind in seconds
and how i will see u again.

maybe i am doing this wrong
but you have to love me back.

I spent my whole day thinking about you
in my dreams and slumber it was you
more than thirty nights thinking about you
those chats and phone calls in bed
and outside the bed with you
no seen
no late replies
because i needed you
don't tell me that u didn't value that.

maybe i am doing this wrong
but you have to love me back.

all those days i cared about you
those birthday parties i made for you
the smiles and dimples,
I made them grow on your face
the gifts and poems
I made you swing and dance.

don't tell me that you didn't value that.

maybe i am doing this wrong
but you have to love me back

you committed three crimes
One,
you hacked the password to login to the acount of my love
Two,
you stole my whole love
Three
you immersed deeper in my mind.

you made me feel you on every single breath i make
in the morning.

maybe i am doing this wrong
but you have to love me back

I don't care if you love me
I don't care if you understand me
I don't care if you lie to me
or if you wanna go away from me
I don't care what you think
what I know is that
you are the reason that makes me
feel that i am still alive.

maybe I am doing this wrong
but you have to love me back

love me back
love me back
love me back
love me back
love me back

because if you don't...
shshhhhh
[Suffocating]

An auction was held at the gallery
Many from afar had come
He who loved the painting so dearly
Puts on his best suit and brought a large sum

For he dreamed this day to come
Finally, he and the painting can be one
Alas a person came that made him numb
Who commanded power and
money, outbid everyone

Stood there lifeless
Could not comprehend what happened
Nowhere to go, feeling hopeless
His once favorite spot now darkened

Missing is the painting he so loved
That  was taken from him in an instant
For once he never felt loved
And that dream is now very distant

Left the gallery soaked with tears
His heart has died and lost it spark
All alone with a couple of beers
Drunk and left dancing in the dark

If I've got only 86400 seconds
For my breathe to hold
& For my heart to beat,

I'll go onto the graveyard
Dig a hole for my body to be buried,
Then I'll Go to the textile
Get a piece of white cloth With my own money,

Then I'll come back home
Have a wonderful bath
Purify my heart and soul,
Dress beautiful as I've never dressed before,

I'll go back to mom and dad
Lay on mom's lap
Hug dad tightly,

Then put my footstep forward
To my Siblings
Kiss their forehead
Spell out all the best memories we had,

When My last hour has come,
I'll have a bath again
Wrap myself with the white cloth I've brought,

Then get a paper and a pen
My fingertips write out;
"To whosoever Reading this
Don't worry I'm gone,
I've just traveled to the
Most beautiful paradise,
So that I could ask God
To fulfill all your desires
I could hear from the earth
To the heaven I've come,
My grave is dug already
Go bury me there,
I've left my breathe
and my heartbeat happily,
I'm proud that I left my soul
Not giving hard bearings
To people around me,
Love yo'll
Good Bye
Stay Blessed
Take care"

Then I'll leave it besides my bed
Go to sleep under the shades of paradise.


Fathima Ruhee