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 ala kulle haal.
7:22 bus ride to Uni.☀
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,
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. 😦 )
Here is a poem I wrote for a friend a couple of years ago. When I read it now it seems funny. But back then it had power. However, I wouln’t want to explain the point behind it because then it won’t be that fun. 😛
Time changes. Doesn’t it? Sometimes I WISH I could go back to being a child. I say this because this poem reminds me and a friend of mine of a cartoon we used to watch when we were kids. It was called Dragon Tales. Ring a bell? These day what I try to do is make my siblings watch it instead or other horrible cartoons they have these days. Good ol’ days. Sigh. Well here goes! 😀
I wish I wish with all my might,
To have a heart as pure as the morning light.
In this era of ignorance, the darks we must fight,
Forever, let our good deeds shine through the night.
Violence,hatred, racism, major problems,
Not one, not two, maybe even more than five,
Continuously and permanently add misery,
to our dear little life.
In the lane of hopelessness we can take flight,
But questioned we’ll be for being able to fight.
I watch joy be overshadowed with sadness,
In the silence of the night,
With all the inexplicable thoughts,
I yet not let my hope take flight.
I still wish and wish with all my might,
To shine with hope as beautiful as the morning light.