Hope(less) — January 21, 2018

Hope(less)

Drowning in an ocean,
The thoughts flooding.


Filling me up, yet leaving empty,
A paradox this all has been.


The sense of filling, leaving me hollow,
I was lost.


Lost beyond measure,
Waiting to be found.


For once I needed help,
My silence a loud scream,
But failed to be heard.


The scream was deafening,
But it fell in dead ears.


I waited, longed even,
But worthless.


With a heavy heart,
I rose up, again!


No one was gonna come to rescue,
I had to save myself.


With new determination I lunged,
Standing erect,myself a new sign of hope.


For all those hopeless people out there,
I am my own savior!

 

A poem a wonderful friend had written so I thought I’d share it. Because I think alot of people out there need to know that sometimes you need to be your own hero. 🙂 No matter how much your scary thoughts, strangle your mind. Or when your heart is stuck in quick sand of emotions. You must rise, and be your own savior. Always believe in hope.

(Spread hope generously  ❤  but never foolishly, 😛  because hope is medicine. 😀 When taken as prescribed never hurts. But otherwise has side effects. 😦 )

 

INKY

Winds of change — November 13, 2017
Tonight  — November 12, 2017
Photo 32 — November 7, 2017

Photo 32

Assalamualaikum /Hi all

As you might know… I’M Sort of obssessed with the sky.

I’m not even joking when I say that sometimes looking at the sky change my mood.

Sometimes the night sky makes me think deep about life. It triggers the emotional side of me.

Here is a picture I took yesterday (and also edited it, I’m honest.😋) I’m trying to improve. Let’s see if it’s actually working.

Sometimes there is no word to truly describe NATURE. Just Say SubhanAllah!💙

Inky

Day 30 Alone — October 30, 2017
Day 7: A lost key — October 7, 2017

Day 7: A lost key

With time her thoughts became as dangerous as poison and as dark as a grave, leading her  into a maze with no way out.

Except for one, that was to unlock the door of hope.With the lost key being poetry?which she had forgotten. Yet she picked up the pen filled with ink as dark as her heart and spilled poetry. Letting the white paper soak in her thoughts, emotions and misery and lighting her soul.
Inky

Past hope — March 3, 2017

Past hope

Million years ago when dinosaurs used to live and die,
Some were huge and some could fly,
Just like my hope that soars or cries.

My hope is immense yet it burns,
Burns out when the tables turn,
And in my life emotions churn.

-INKY

 

Make no mistake! — August 27, 2016

Make no mistake!

First time I’m responding to a Prompt. ^^’ Do read and comment.

via Daily Prompt: Mistake

 

Behind jolly faces,

I’ve seen the emptiness they hide.

 

Behind authentic  points,

I’ve seen the loop holes that lie.

 

Behind miserable faces,

I’ve seen the hope that flies.

 

Behind cloudy spects,

I’ve seen those beautiful eyes.

 

Behind deep scars,

I’ve seen the stories that reside.

 

Behind the darkness of this world,

I’ve seen the light that shines.

 

So make no mistake,

I do know this world of mine.

 

-Inky

 

 

 

 

 

Untitled poem — March 19, 2016

Untitled poem

Where my thoughts collide with the ink that flows.
Where the ocean meets the hot sun that glows.

Where the forbidden flowers and greenery grows.
Where like my assumptions the seagull soars.

Where for peacefulness there are open doors.
There like my dreams an ocean flows.

Fistful — March 12, 2016

Fistful

I took a fistful of burned rose petals and threw them in the air.

I knew I was making a mess but I really didn’t care.

To stop me from watching them,no one did dare.

So I was left alone accompanied with thoughts and all I did was stare.

 

 

 

Tiny pieces crushed,burned and crumbled.

Like people scarred,broken and humbled.

 

 

They took flight with all their might,

To directions they themselves derived.

Like people who go away but promised,

That they will no doubt unite.

 

 

They flew along as long as they could,

But then they were there,where others stood.

Like when for people above and below is soil that lies,

That is when they and we actually unite.

 

The End!

12-03-2016