Injustice was done
on that day if you think.
Then know years later Pharaoh's
attire injustice prinked.
Their is no Moses in this
vast land in this vast crowd.
So let the Pharaoh celebrate
victory and laugh out loud.
It is correct that Allah alone
one should only fear.
But patience is not a sign
of weakness, my dear!
Your tears will not go waste
one day it will turn into a sea.
And your patience will become
Moses and will lead thee.

Your presence outshines me
and all that surrounds.

The way you embrace
and smile.

Reside.

Feeling aloft
on the inside.

I can sense it when,
you choose to come around.

This feeling I anticipate.
I feel it shake the ground.

My lack of confidence
shades that veil of bliss.

Yes love is all
this poem portrays.

I wouldn’t know about it.
I see it no more.
Its so far away.

Love is so complex;
too grandiose to comprehend,
too intricate to explain,
lost in some ulterior realm,
in a universe that is foreign
where the only thing of which I am certain
is that I am in fact
lost in you.

My body goes on autopilot
as my hands grip the sterilely frigid steering wheel,
speeding 20 miles over the limit,
body going through the motions
as my mind slips back into love,
into the all-consuming mesmerization,
grasping at song lyrics like straws,
searching the vowels and consonants for the
y - o - u
that I hear in them.

Reality comes and goes,
but you remain,
even in the moments most mundane;
sipping the koolaid slowly,
injecting your poison deeper into my veins
as I struggle to prevent the come-down.

What I feel buried deep inside...
it dries out my mouth,
creates craters in my stomach,
esophageal spasming,
I fight to catch my breath at the sight of your name on my phone,
the sound of your voice as you speak my name.

A thundering tsunami bursting at the seams of my
pale skin, my rosy cheeks,
the ferocity of my burning love
scraping against the bone and cartilage
to rip through me and
devour you...

And the only way that you
allow me to love you,
it's so small, it's so
momentary,
you only able to drink one
drop
at
a
time,
an entire hydraulic system,
streams and tributaries,
rivers and oceans,
forcefully squeezed,
funneled into daily droplets.

Dreaming of the last time I tasted you,
the times you used
to intertwine your body
with mine,
lost in incomprehensible ecstasy,
I can now only love you
through the simplicity of
conversation
and
of sitting by your side;
however,
even in its relative infinitesimalness,
I anticipate, yearn evermore for the stillness,
for I know that if today were to be my last,
if my hands were to slip off the steering wheel,
my body becoming sterilely cold,
your name would be the first word I would
speak
in my survival,
the last thought I would think
in my demise.

And though those moments
do exist
where I grow impatient,
frustrated with the walls you've built,
the dams you've constructed
to guard against my love's roaring riptide,
I would rather lose myself,
drop
by
drop
to you,
love you in the most minute way,
if it means I can
love you
at all.

Sitting here in class thinking about you
Wondering how your feeling, what your up to
I think about you daily
When I don't see you it drives me crazy
I just want to be with you to show you how I feel
I'm crazy in love with you and you don't think this is real
You're still with her but I pretend you are mine
Late night texting saying it'll be fine
In my mind, I know this is true
But my heart going crazy, beating "I love you"
Love is so complicated and love is crazy
Everything would be okay if you were my baby

Some days,
I feel like everything will be okay.

But with days like today,
That's more than I will ever be able to say.

Is there a normal for people like me?

Isn't there more to life than this?

Patience, they tell me.
Patience is key.
But I've gathered all the strength in me and the only thing I cannot seem to be, is patient.

So I will go on.
Hoping that I'll see brighter days because hoping is all I have left.

Life gave me a second chance so there has to be better things in store.

I'll hope.
I'll wait.
Hoping I won't always be waiting for More.

Go now to the second stair;
I've hidden many wonders there.
No gold or jewels or gems or cash.
But, rest assured, there is your share.

You'll perhaps think me brash,
When you happen 'pon my stash.
But, rest assured, there is your share,
So at the stair, go be abashed.

You'll find tufts of matted hair,
Clotted flesh, both dark and fair.
Now all these deaths are mine to claim.
But, rest assured, there is your share.

I cannot say it was my aim,
To turn the stair into a frame.
But, rest assured, there is your share,
So I'll not be taking all the fame.

So go now to the second stair,
First comes joy, then despair.
Past that: regret, then who knows?
But, rest assured, there is your share.

And just like the old saying goes,
I will admit, my blood-lust grows.
But, rest assured, there is your share,
So go to the stair and claim your throes.

Now go on to the second stair,
Fret no more; you've no right to care.
'Twas your goading put them there.
So, rest assured, you'll find your share.

I need a place to hide myself in
a place of rainbows and orange set
a place of breeze and waves in background
a place for fingertips to scratch the sand

I need a place to hide my poems
a sacred eyelid to vide it through
into preserving facts and meanings
a place of wisdom,
no regret to

I need a place of narrow sunburns
a place of stripes of the cat scratch
a place of joy and tender feeling
a place like you when patience's left

a place of noise
a place of music
a place of heartbeat
and respect

I need a pace to hide myself on
but I’m afraid there’s no one left.

I have never shared my night with a guy
but I dreamt of it thousand of times
you by my side,holding me tight with love
baby,till then let us first grow up !