Poetry

Never Be The Option"
Be The Priority Or Be Alone.🪽

She was a moon, just like you. For a little while, she appeared in the sky of my heart and filled my world with her gentle light. But then, a long moonless night came and swallowed her into darkness, leaving only the memory of her beautiful glow behind. She became someone else’s sunrise whilst I remained talking to the night.

"Like My First Love"

You made me fall in love with you
in a way I thought I would never experience again.

You awakened something in me
that I had once buried deep within my heart,
a feeling I thought belonged only to the past,
to someone who was once my first love.

But somehow, you came into my life
and made my heart remember
what it felt like to love without fear,
to care without hesitation,
and to look at someone
with a heart full of hope.

There is something about you
that feels strangely familiar,
yet beautifully new.

You make my heart beat
with the same innocence
I once had when I first fell in love.

And perhaps that is why
you mean more to me than you realise.

Because you did not simply make me fall in love with you.

You made me believe
that perhaps the heart can love again,
even after it has been broken,
even after it has learned to be afraid,
and even after it has convinced itself
that its first love would always be its last.

You made me feel
like I was falling in love for the very first time,
all over again.

And maybe,
that's what makes you so special to me.

"You didn't replace my first love.
You simply reminded my heart
that it was still capable of loving again."

You’re still my favourite person, even if I am no longer yours.

Sandstorm

Sandstorm
Sandstorm
Whirl around me
Take my form

Carry my secrets
Bury them home
Conceal my sins
Beneath sea foam

Tell me stories
From far and wide
To keep me company
As I stride

Travel to the heavens
See the angels and light
Then whisper to me
Of Gods might

I seek for God
day and night
I only find him
In natures bright

Oh, sandstorm
Take me home
Till then I’ll wait
for the Trombone 🪊

Outlander
20 Jul, 2026

O you,
the lonely one —

Why chase the crowd?
The hordes of men, women, children and the wrinkled,
the strangers so familiar,
uttering the very words
of your song?

Why long for things
that may never come?

Why weep?
Why speak at all?

When you very well know—
for all the colors and the smiles,
all the celebrations in this world,
there is none in your life
who will ever speak your tongue.

• -Rain, 07-20-2026

Hi

I’ve woven too many dreams for the future.
In the end, perhaps they will remain just dreams.
I don’t want to dream anymore.
I don’t want to weave anymore.
Perhaps it’s time to bury my dreams
and let the river carry them away.

You don't know the reality of where I am from, or where I've been
Yet you judge as if every thing you have seen
Little boy, your laughter is your own dream
Do you think because you migrated a little distance, that you are somehow supreme?
Many have come and many have gone
Block function has your egos torn
I've seen a lot and frequently travelled by plane
But your superficial rhetoric is really insane
Appearing way younger than I am and wanting a companion who looks youthfully the same...
Perhaps in that I am to blame
For swiping across immature blokes
Who are still wet behind the ears
From me, you shall see no tears
#RIP

What is a strong heart? Is it strong because it feels nothing, or is it strong because it dares to feel everything?

Life teaches you lessons along the way. It will always catch up to you, even when you think you are far ahead. That is why you have to look back too, while keeping your eyes on the future to grow. And when life suddenly passes you by, you just step aside and let it happen.

All of this makes me wonder: what is real love? Is it peace? Is it the freedom to fully be yourself? Is it sharing a good laugh together, or is it closing your eyes at night and knowing your life is complete?

I am here to seek it, and to build it with the right person, Insha'Allah.