#bonds
The thought of not seeing your family for a while.
It begins with a melancholic moment of goodbyes,
then suddenly memories return of their laughter and smiles.
All leading to the outburst of cries.
Now imagine reunion, another glimpse of their face,
would you not erupt into a contagious chuckle?
Or would you not greet them with grace,
and hold their hand close to yours, every single knuckle?
When you walk past others in the area,
you hear many reunions, full of “HI’s” and “Hellos”
But then you encounter something scarier,
a group speaking in a tongue you don’t know?
Suddenly the air isn’t smooth anymore,
And although they share the same smiles as you,
It seems as if what’s between you is a war,
Of the conflicting souls of you two.
You see yourselves as loving families,
Simply enjoying your moments with delight,
But when you see them do the same harmlessly,
Suddenly you can’t bear the sight?
Assalamu Alaikum
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 3:05 PM UTC
High concentration
Humbleness is it a giant?
Maybe put a filter and
recycle our litter
perhaps place a lid upon the acid and
replace the reaction of anger were it
be right
to stop the unnecessary fight?
will the able yield to oppression
else can pressure lead to depression?
the calling and dua of
the oppressed do not go unheard
A day could come that justice arrives like
a balloon that squeaks
and pops
Covalent bonds that can be transfer of electrons from non metals and metals like hard hearts turning softer through the remembrance of Allah
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 12:01 PM UTC
I abhor the clandestine tributaries
That seep through the caliginous marrow of us.
You harbor ancillary constellations
That coalesce unbidden in the atrium of your gaze.
Yet no sacramental alignment attends our fractured meridian.
The Perpetual Phosphor nested in your iris
Still sutures the cartilaginous architecture of my want.
While episodic surges of radiance and ruin
Dismantle the vestibules of reason I tend,
As volition atrophies in absentia.
An inveterate antipathy reverberates
Across the diaphanous chasm we inhabit,
Leaving both vessels laden with spectral residue.
Your desultory utterances arrive like lunar tides
Where I am conscripted as archivist of our quiet abdication
From the sanctified conflagration we once kept.
Now the lumen splinters into derelict geometries
Of every unwritten augury we forfeited.
I trace their vectors back to the cloistered alcove
Of your sequestered affections, strewn among the elements
Like relics too heavy for absolution.
We elect the ephemeral recantation of this devotion
Rather than alchemize our indigent terminus.
Thus persists the nexus of that sole singularity
We once espoused and enshrined.
I remain fastened to the loom of your Anatomy,
A taxonomy of longing you will not see as I step aside, a bid a goodbye.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:14 AM UTC
You didn't listen,
but I didn't talk.
I sighed, played with a button,
asked what you wanted for supper.
everything but say
I needed you to hear me;
anything but tell you why.
As if not saying it would make it go away
or keep it from hurting as much.
Magical thinking
for my pretend world.
I gave up
on the idea that
pain shared is pain lessened,
that we were stronger together
than apart,
that I needed you.
I kept it from you
because I was afraid
of what would happen if I told you
and you brushed it off
as not important,
not worth your time, your caring,
you.
How deep into darkness I would fall
and not know how to find my way
out.
I didn't talk.
Why weren't you listening?
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 10:17 AM UTC
The lens is flared
on the Tupperware lady's
daughters, soda girls,
(before ***** wives);
to have camera shy smiles,
yet wear the contents
of distraction.
Are they remembering
things said in passing,
below the lighthouse,
next to a postcard sea?
This is their last
summer together,
each a soft whimsy,
each a question mark.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 6:36 PM UTC
To offer me friendship
Is to insult my love
The love I have for you
Could not pretend a smile
I cannot look at you
And not tell you I loved you
To offer me friendship
After all the bonds we shared
The tears we have shed
The passion we had
The hopes for each other
Is to insult and slander
Those hardships and memories
It belittles our own feelings
It escapes accountability
By pretending we are fine
I would rather
Look at you with angst
With sorrow and yearning
Than to uphold a lie
That you preferred to live by
We cannot be friends
Just as we
Cannot be together
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
creaky wood
over shallow waters
things I could
he she falters
two sides
neither listens
resentment hides
leads to collisions
either unite
or mutual destruction
to stop the fight
start the construction
a bridge built
between two realms
peace quilt
but overwhelms
with time and wear
the bridge ages
life's not fair
in any of it's stages
but the bridge knows
it must carry on
hold up those
that aren't strong
if it breaks
then hope is lost
it all takes
so much cost
I suffer
to keep them together
forever and ever
through all weather
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 7:02 AM UTC
Someone once asked me,
"Friends? How can we be?"
To that, I truly must say,
It's something pure,
deeper than the way
it looks, for sure.
Some make friends
with those who are rich,
or to vanquish the hopes
of a better life, which
in the mask of a friend
they hide, to twitch.
But for me, it's totally
different from the others,
for I have no jealousy
in my kind eyes.
But few allies, I do
have, that I must tell thee.
We may not chat,
we may not meet,
but still, friends, we shall be.
For I write a story
to preserve in my memory,
to never forget, and it shall be.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 6:51 AM UTC
~
*Refraction
Love passes through
And changes
Direction
Let it hold sway
The heart leans toward catastrophe
In the blue headlights
Of parenthood
Mom and dad
Suspended from a pivot
Their offspring
Asleep on a sunbeam*
~
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 9:25 AM UTC
If I looked close enough, maybe I could still catch the faint traces of lint drifting in the air from his clothes and his hair. He never vacuumed. His clothes were wrapped in scented trash bags and thrown into the backseat of someone else’s car. I sat at his desk, digits flitting across the screen and keyboard. Numbers and words turned into many little games and suddenly the table was far too small for this charade. A new day with a side of a strange cough and a glimpse of tea-stained mugs waiting quietly on the countertop. Little tired footsteps on porcelain became the melody I had grown accustomed to. I handed him his neatly packed things, and in exchange he lent me his ear. Then it turned to little blue bubbles. The strings connect us. Ma vacuumed his bed over twenty times in the morning before calling it quits. The traces of him were always overwhelming. It was always never enough.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 1:12 AM UTC
Blood runs thicker than water
Blood runs thicker than water
Blood runs thicker than water
Yet both are the same if you earn her trust.
I am still her daughter
I still love my father
The truth couldn't be farther
And I'll still be here when the fences rust.
My love is thicker than water
My love is stronger than blood
My love could never be stronger
I am the last handprint you'll see in the dust.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 3:32 PM UTC
We glance at each other—a fleeting second,
a fragment of time that stretches like minutes.
The weight presses down, sharp and sudden,
as minds and hearts collide in that single fraction.
But for one, it means nothing—just a glance, no more.
And who is to blame?
Different minds, different souls, forever apart.
Silence lingers, heavy and unbroken,
Its obscurity deeper than the fleeting glances.
Noticed, yet unspoken, like whispers lost to the wind—
a fraction of connection, slipping into the emptiness.
Yet somehow, it joins the stillness, inseparable.
Oh, how I long for a bond, fragile as paper in my hand—
just one day to connect, to know, to feel, to belong.
But like the paper, the bond will tear without care,
Fragility demands effort to endure.
Can this aching rift be mended?
Or will it remain, forever just a fraction—
a silence, a passing glance?
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 2:35 AM UTC
Our bonds were strong, yet different in their ways,
Each path you walked, I followed, lost in haze,
Like a fool who loves what can’t be held or won,
Chasing what was never meant to come.
On a rainy day, I knew what would unfold—
Rejection, cold, a truth I couldn't hold,
Yet in that sorrow, the tears found their grace,
Joining the rain, as it fell on my face.
Vox silens, I whisper in the mist, it was just
A silent voice, a truth that can’t be kissed.
Like the hills of old, with tales untold,
My heart lies buried in the damp, the cold.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 2:34 AM UTC
You have always been the place I run—
when the house shook with anger,
when silence was too sharp to bear,
when I need to remember who I am.
You walked ahead, unbreakable,
taking the weight so I could be light,
standing in the storm so I could have sun.
I learned from your triumphs,
but more from your wounds—
ones I watched you carry,
ones you never let me feel.
You have been the steel in my spine,
the edge in my voice,
the force that made me fearless.
I only get to walk through this world soft
because you stood in it hard.
Life has tried to wear you down,
but nothing bends you, nothing breaks you.
Tough as stone, soft as a whisper only I get to hear.
The world takes from you,
but I have only ever been given.
You deserve love that does not take,
a world that bows before your strength.
Everything I am, everything I have,
is because you stood,
because you fought,
because you have always been
the force that made me free.
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC
Amusing, isn’t it?
You place your trust in someone
On nothing but a notion,
Hoping time will unravel who they are.
Amusing, isn’t it?
Time spent together,
A slow unfolding of truth—
Are you one, or merely apart?
Arising, entwining,
Each day opens a phase,
Blooming like cherry blossoms,
Only to scatter with the wind.
Amusing, isn’t it?
People come,
Some choose to stay,
Others drift away—
Echoes fading into time.
What a small universe, indeed.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 7:42 AM UTC
~
*I'm coming to you,
Oh purlieu blue,
No more walls of Berlin
Shall stand between us,
Your name is a link to happiness,
Just the very thought of you
Reaches beyond the tide
And gives life to children,
Our children.*
~
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC
Years’ worth in our days swirl in our thoughts of lovely hands clasped in ours with no resolve of ever letting go.
Though the fates and sanguine melancholy conspire to break the bonds nothing can keep this sight from being enthralled
shall he, happiness dancing waltz with the sea, ever forget?
The tempest-swept shore of unyielding grace remains true to the beacon, be it in the peaks or prairies; a promise,
no matter how trampled still blossoms without the acquiescence of seasons, be they winter or spring,
until the day a tombstone is offered and a coat rack for weariness to hang,
no smiles will eternally be wasted on a frown as is with fear will be on Pennywise the clown.
We are here, and we are now until we become yesterday, our hearts unbowed
And yet, long after light has left times eyes, and last fogging breath has been drawn,
the echoes resound, love, unyielding, seared into the skin of eternity.
Strands of flesh, a promise, binding lives that once strobed like starlight, the universe chants with shared joys, sorrows, and dreams.
For every stumble, every fracture, every tear that pelted our time, we rise, reforged in the fires of devotion’s heat.
Love is no fleeting gale but the tide that shapes continents, despite the world’s cruel dissonance, harmony prevails.
And when the final curtain falls on this fleeting stage, let it be known we did not merely survive but thrived, kindled.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 3:12 PM UTC