Poetry

Why are you sad?

Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings

• -Leo Tolstoy

Autumn came with its storms,
to remind you how to be moved,
to remind you how to feel awakened.
Unprotected, yet still strong,
you will howl with the winds,
let your tears fall with the leaves,
feel relieved,
ensured to rest,
while everything prepares you for your new spring.

The world has never heard the story of you and me… ❤️

May someone show us a little kindness and bless our love with grace.

My only wish was for the world to witness a love like ours, a love so rare that there is no one else quite like us.❤️

There was a thread of love that bound your soul to mine........
A verse left unfinished, lost somewhere in time.......
But fate had its own poetry, its own cruel decree........
For I was not the one I am.........
And you were not the one you’d be. 🥀

IT MIGHT NOT BE ANYTHING IMPORTANT TO YOU, BUT IT IS MY HEART.

"you handled it so well."

The fak I did. I went insane, lost my spark, bled in silence and shattered alone. I wore a smile that lied better than any mask ever could, cried behind closed doors, questioned my worth. Spent endless days and nights screaming into pillows so no one would hear, carried weight that wasn't mine to hold, and pretended it didn't crush me. I ******’ didn't handle it I stumbled through it. I broke down, rebuilt, and broke down again and will break down again and again until I meet her. I showed up when my soul wanted to disappear, survived it……not because i was strong, but because he was always there and will always be there. His promise is the only promise that keeps me alive. His word over all words, his love over all the love of the duniya. He promised me we would reunite again, in a place where there would never be any separation. I live and die for this day this meeting, where I can be once again your mischievous, flamboyant unhinged baby girl my Begum⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

They sell you heaven with a borrowed smile Then leave your soul to rot awhile.
Their promises are candles in the rain
Their love, a game disguised as pain.

Society kneels before the light
Yet feeds its angels lies at night.
And those who swear their love is pure
Are often those who make wounds endure.

MY BIGGEST HEARTBREAK
My Begum (my mummy)...

I lost my Begum since that day it feels like a part of me left with her.
There is no longer a place to go where I can hear her voice.
No more hugs that made me feel like everything would be okay.
All I have left are memories... a longing that comes without warning.
I try to live each day as if everything is normal.
I smile, I talk, and I try to look strong.
But deep inside, there is a wound from losing my Begum that will never truly heal.
I may no longer be able to hold you, Begum but I will always hold every memory of you close to my heart.
I love you Begum. Yesterday, today, and forever.

Tittle : On the Threshold of Silence
A shadowy voice from a somber space makes me turn for a fleeting moment.
Raindrops keep company with an unrequited solitude.
Walking in silence, without a word,
I come to a halt once more at a point of secrecy,
Searching for words lost within a gaze.
Lingering in a realm without boundaries.
Now, I simply wait, amidst the emptiness.

• -Diaa -

The promises have wilted,
but the spell of love has not yet lifted.

The quiet mornings remind you of her,
and at night, you find yourself
in the garden of your memories.

You see her when you close your eyes:
that enchanting smile,
those devastatingly beautiful eyes.

You smell her in the wildflowers,
hear her voice in the songbirds,
and in the silence between their songs.

The rays of the sun remind you of her warmth,
and the evening breeze makes you feel her absence.

It gets easier. It has to.

I hope she is happier.

— An admirer