Deep Eyes

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your eyes
the whirlpool of mesmerizing aura
channeled me devotedly
to the mysterious pool of divinity

is it blue or purple?
my eyes smoothly melts in its vibe
and I lusciously whisper your name
like a mantra

falling into the servitude
of your adulation

Immortal you…

Immortal you…

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the music notes are on fire
and I feel you burning
inside my corset of secrets
and you are pulling a string

I can feel your breath
like autumns chill on my back
scarlet hopes shudder
and I feel your touch on my skin

I know that even if you faded away
there is a side of you with me
shadowing me on my dense sky
making me feel the presence

luminescence, is your soul for me
in the darkest of times
and I will love you
like the stars in my galaxy

forever stay, like the beacon
you have become, forever be
my pride in my honesty
My immortal you…

Muslims Have Fun? No Way!

Muslims Have Fun? No Way!

Masha Allah.

Muslim Words

“I discovered your twitter page yesterday and I decided to email you because I’ve recently decided I want to devote my all to God. Your tweets are inspiring and comforting, since I am a little scared of devoting myself to God. It’s so hard, staghfarallah. I’ll have to step away from all temptations and I’m scared I’ll just end up lonely and life will become boring. How do you enjoy life? I know you don’t have to upset God to enjoy life and I know it will feel great to connect with God and live my life to please HIM but I just do not know how to get started and how to not be scared of this change.

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If Only O Man You Believed!

If Only O Man You Believed!

Masha Allah

Muslim Words

If only O man you believed!
The kalimah He lovingly sent!
The La ilaaha illal-lahu,
Muhammadur Rasulullah!
He asks you to bow down to Him,
And He will make all bow down to you.
He asks nothing,
In return from you,
But promises a gazillion things,
Count to them,
And remain counting,
The nth blessings will never end.
If only O man you believed!
The kalimah He lovingly sent!
The La ilaaha illal-lahu,
Muhammadur Rasulullah!

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Being Nature.

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Feathers started whispering to me about a secret and the soft cooing made me wonder what it is. The sky has been crying all day today and I am not able to make her feel better. The moment she stops crying, she picks up the melted pieces and starts again…

In the late afternoon, when the sky was a baby azure, I stepped out into the downpour and I could feel the mild caressing of each droplets hitting and falling. I stretched my arms and look up with closed eyes and I could feel the strike of each cold stares and i smiled, slowly….warming to the feel that I am being one, with the rain, the nature, the water….I am being just like the plants, standing barefoot in the rain, and I flipped off my sandals and stood there in the cold water, splashing it and stomping. I love the feel of fresh crisp water kissing me and I got drenched.

Somewhere in between I heard a giggle and I closely watched my flowers, heads down like I caught them and I laughed….Out into the pouring sky, carefree…forgetting for a moment about the fire that is stubborn and keeps burning, a fire that is swallowing me, a fire refusing to relinquish. And in there, I saw rain firing….Haha; that is a nice phrase….Rain Firing. But, though it keeps raining, they forgot to take away the last bit of fire and i sighed so loudly and the breeze swayed through the flower beds.

Once again I try to look at the mausoleum in the sky trying to capture the essence of it, but the rain kept cascading and I felt rejuvenated, and I deeply pulled myself into a bundle and shed a few tears, believing the rain will wash away any fragments of hopelessness and I smiled.

And all that fun and hungama left me with a nasty cough and a sore throat, so much for rain… I usually don’t get this swell but, it will be a reminder for my little transformation today in the rain portal, where I became a soul transparent to the world and glimmered in the authenticity of nature, merging into one. Being, what felt like a refreshing start…

Ramadan Reality Check: Burnout or Speed Up

Ramadan Reality Check: Burnout or Speed Up

Masha Allah.

Muslim Words

For me, the weeks and days leading up to Ramadan are filled with hope, enthusiasm and determination. I look forward to the days and nights of tranquility, and a sense of unity among the ummah, worldwide. I long for the shayateen to be locked up, so that I can begin my soul searching and be steadfast in my worship. Just the thought of having the chance to improve myself and gain both reward and forgiveness seems to relieve my heart and make me happy.

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Tears.

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Little by little, I can see the ocher cranium gathering his spirits and waking up from his slumber that seemed so Herculean task to me and I cried once again, moving and curving my lips to the rhythm of Selena’s “heart want what it wants” playing somewhere in the background….crushing and slaying my once powerful chord of guts that slipped away making me feel like this world isn’t enough for me to fill my remorse, my precious tears.

December was so cold then, hurting my naked figure that you once loved to curl on, but it was left there in the linen under your shirt, so big on me, and you slept snoring tugging the last of our blanket that once used to cover up our abnormalities and we laughed out loud care-free into the horizon of our bliss. But, those were so distant, like the memories of fusion and you burning in my delight. Looking at your bare back, I want to feel the curves of your abs pressing on my back, but that seems so desperate and I wanted to hug my knees and cry, in the forlorn shades of your arms….they seems to be so strange for me, as our soliloquy become a cacophony for both of us

Listen, can you whisper this trust, that once you chanted like a mantra….Can you love me, like the way you used to ride on our symphony….your laughter echoes through my chalk walls and I feel dainty…….wishing if the moon, that have risen today could kiss me the passion I once had, if that is what is lost…..I wish if the stars could glimmer me up, which my old Mac and L’o’real can’t…

I prepared myself for a break which felt so horrendous when felt and it was nothing like the pain, when you forgot to kiss me, and your smell lingering with some cheap shot not mine and those bite marks nibbling under your collar which has a tinge of red hue, a different shade from mine……this hurt felt nothing like the suspended air breathing through me, filling a void but never complete and I use our record, over and over again to get this down…But, you never left and so I was warming with our memories, cracking like our vase, which hold millions reminisce, sweet and not.

I wished not those jewelry which you bought for me….i wished not the million wealth that you earned for me…..I wished not the river which you dug for me….. I wished for your touch that ignited a passion in me and welded all the cheap holes playing a distant sonata so much like the oppressed cathedral tunes, but you knew not the symphony which was music to me…….

blinded by those grey cellular memories so much pricking my heart to cry again, I felt drained and exhausted, but, you never left and I had to paint a cage with those white chalk and I curled up inside. wishing if the rays of this glimmering sun could kiss my cheeks with those old passion and radiate me. in the galore of nothingness I hugged myself and thought about the endless rivers I gave birth to and feared where will I reserve my baby, but you was so oblivion to the both of us, I lip synced a voice not mine to stay strong and closed the grey carousel….

……and I feel lost in the sepia of loneliness…….