Sometimes you don’t need to hear the tale of torture that some has been gone through.
Sometimes you only need to take a glimpse of their eyes.
Because the eyes say things that cannot be verbalized.
And you my love, I know you’ve crossed oceans of melancholy and defeated storms of depression to get to where you are now.
For that I consider you a heroine.
~12:28 14th April 2020
~Inky
Some moments are like a drop of indelible black ink.
They can turn your clear soul to charcoal black.
~Inky
9/02/2020
Do you ever get that feeling that you really miss someone, but it doesn’t hurt? 🦋
You’re okay with the feeling of missing someone and not be sad about it? 🦋
-Inky
11/02/2020
Assalamualaikum
Ramadan Mubarak!
It doesn’t hurt,
the way it used to.
Now,
I’m immuned to the pain.
Barrier to the
scars,
With my barrel of
flaws,
and the match for the
flames.
Pain’s the name of the
game,
and I play with
My Name.
INKY
Don’t worry about the random bold words. They aren’t for you.😛
Woke up to the sound of birds praising their Lord.
Woke up to the sunlight exploding from the white blinds.
Woke up to the smell of chai and toast.
Woke up to the giggles of my little brother.
Woke up with a quality that needs to be erased.
Woke up to the thought of December, APS attack.
Woke up with the thought that it’s my duty to spread the tiny bit of positivity I grow and loose.
We need to remember to smile. To feel the peace in nature. To remember we’re still alive. To remember that Allah gave us another chance to be closer to Him. To correct our previous mistakes. To be more appreciative and grateful. To not worry about how cliché this post might seem. 😂 Because what matters most is writing. Sigh.💔 I just hope I never stop writing, because the thoughts in my head can be lethal. Writing is important. What comes after it is secondary, you can keep it forever. You can burn it, like it never existed. Or you can share it, if you want. What matters most is letting the thoughts seep out of your being into the blank paper that yearns to be inked. ( In my case, inked by Inky lol, I’m so lame. Khair.)
Alhamdulillah.
Alhamdulillah ala kulle haal.
7:22 bus ride to Uni.☀
INKY❄
Sleeping is something I like. It’s like an escape route for me. A well deserved escape from reality. Sounds immature doesn’t it? Because as soon as you open your eyes you and I know that reality will greet. Yet I wish I could hibernate because even if winter isn’t here, the one in my heart has always been present.
I feel I’m the weakest being on planet earth. I wish to hibernate to be kind to my mind, body and soul. But whatever you plan, all your thoughts will perish as if struck by a poisonous arrow right in the core. Just as daylight meets the eye.
My vision blurs, my head aches as though it has stored burdens as huge as mountains. My skin feel hot, as it was the source of all the fire in the world.It feels as though my ribs are crushing my lungs into nothingness. My lungs yearn for fresh air, though what they get is nothing less than smoke from wild forest fire. My heart feels heavy,darker and shrunken.
I struggle to keep eyes still as the pain shoots through my spine I am forced to shut my eyes as tight as possible. While tears begin to flow, a mile a minute.
Inky
Assalamualaikum/Hi to anyone reading this. 😛
It’s been such a looooonnnggg time since I posted. My mind is rusted, honestly.
I really want to (and also am trying since forever) get myself into writing the way I used to . How something would dawn upon me, in seconds and sometimes vanish before I could catch it. Or the way sometimes I was able to turn a few words into a poem with some good meaning ( or try to). Anyway, here’s something I’d written for a friend. Since it’s motivational-ish, it’s for everyone out there (including myself, at the top of the list). If you’re still reading, thank you. ❤ May Allah give you more patience to bear my can of rubbish that I try to post here. SMILE! 🙂
Don’t you dare, give up!
Think more, think wide,
Let your canvas be,
beyond everyone’s sight.
There has and always will be,
more than one way to solve a problem,
more than one path to choose from.
Create your own path, if you must.
But let never ignorance guide you.
Let your determination be your shining armour,
your unique thoughts be your sword.
Let the company of hope be your ride through the passage of time,
and let positivity be the shield that would,
repel darkness everytime.
INKY
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