Moment — September 17, 2018
“I shall rise and shine” — September 16, 2018

“I shall rise and shine”

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❄

 

 

Sleep — September 4, 2018

Sleep

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

Phases — March 17, 2018
Day 30 Alone — October 30, 2017
Day 5: Time — October 5, 2017

Day 5: Time

Today was that day when I was first confused of whether I will go for poetry or prose. Then I started writing and kept switching between the two mainly with three different ideas. Well in the end you get this.

You’ll enjoy the poem if you follow the tune. 😀


Tick tock, tick tock,
Silence is present to only mock,
Tick tock, tick tock!

Inner angel and devil want to talk,
As thoughts in my head start to walk.

Positivity is to be at all cost, blocked,
As negativity gives a mighty hard, knock.

Tick tock, tick tock,
Silence is present to only mock,
Tick tock, tick tock!

Sweet memories erased as if white chalk,
Whilst darkness and sad memories begin to stalk.

Into a puddle of fears my heart drops,
The intensity of pain is no more a shock.

Tick tock, tick tock,
Silence is present to only mock,
Tick tock, tick tock!

Fragments of hope mysteriously start to flock,
Saving the heart from being forever locked.

Tick tock, tick tock,
Silence is present to only mock,
Tick tock, tick tock!


This was a post for DAY 5. If you’d like to participate in the ‘October Writing Challenge’ check out the word prompts here.Enjoy. 🙂

INKY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day 4 : Candy wrapper — October 4, 2017

Day 4 : Candy wrapper

Mrs. Ahmed carefully placed the polished diamond ring into the ultramarine velvet case, smiling to herself as she pictured her daughter’s wedding. However, a few seconds later, thought of her daughter moving out of the house into another city made her heart ache. Her mind was entangled in deep thoughts as she tried to mentally prepare herself for the big change. The sound of her husband broke the train of saddening thoughts and she headed to towards the bedroom. Thus, the last light still on in Mr. Ahmed’s house was turned off.

In the morning Mr. Ahmed was awoken by a loud scream. He jumped out of his bed and toward his wife who was now sobbing. The room that was silent a few minutes ago was now filled with Mrs. Ahmed cries. ‘Ahmed, it’s not here, I swear to God I the locker was locked last night, I…I can’t believe it.’ She paused. ‘How could this happen? What are we going to do?’ Her face had now turned read and her eyes swollen. Mr. Ahmed tried to calm her down and he quickly phoned the Inspector.

Within half an hour the Inspector had arrived with a team of two. After being explained that the precious item had been missing. The Inspector said to them, ‘Well this ain’t surprising.’ Mr. Ahmed was alarmed and had to ask, ‘What do you mean Inspector? ‘The inspector began, ‘This is the third case this week. There is a thief going around stealing different things. Mostly people have lost electronic gadgets, money and bicycles. But I’m sorry this happened to you Mr. Ahmed. We’ll try our best to track down the thief.’

The inspector was about to say something when his colleague approached, ‘Sir, we’ve found a clue that might help us catch the culprit. There is a red candy wrapper. ’A smile came across the Inspectors face as he ordered, “Well, get to it then.’ Mr. Ahmed was about to ask when the Inspector explained, ‘Sir, don’t worry we’ll track the teen thief. Apparently, this time the thief was in a hurry it seems, the candy wrapper must have slipped or of his or hers pocket. We’ll scan the finger prints found on this candy wrapper. Don’t worry, you’ll have your diamond ring back in the afternoon. That is a promise.’


The story is full of flaws. I know. But hey I at least there is something for Day 4 haha. XD

This was a post for DAY 4. If you’d like to participate in the ‘October Writing Challenge’ check out the word prompts here.Enjoy. 🙂

INKY

Reigning back focus — May 22, 2017
Longer — May 15, 2017

Longer

The longer I stay awake, the more I walk,
The more I walk, the more my legs ache!

Desperately begging for me to stop,
But my racing thoughts won’t allow it.

Until I shut my eyes tight,
And enter the world of dreams.

Where midnight madness ends,
But nightmares begin to scream.

Memories-Intro — April 3, 2017

Memories-Intro

Many of us consider our lives to be a story. All what we truly wish is a happy ending. Correct? According to me it wouldn’t be wrong to say that like all stories, our life is also based on chapters. Chapters of many kinds, like the stories we read. There are always chapters which are unforgettable. They may be filled with joy and laughter or tears and misery. Some ordinary and some out of the blue. There might even be some which are a bit blurry yet very clear. The bits of memories, of vivid images or hazy scenes, and traces of emotions, along with the bridge of time make our lives worthy to be called a story. A chapter story in which we cling on to some lessons learned, as we cross the bridge and move forward. Some chapters, teach us valuable lessons and others teach nothing at all. Perhaps.

This is an attempt to start a series called ‘Memories.’Please give me your honest feedback via comments down below or through email.It will help me improve! 😀 Stay tuned! 😉

Edit: Read Chapter 1 

Inky