Poetry

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stiched together by good intentions.

Is it true that sad people make the most bomb poetry ?

"Between Wanting and Fear"

I reach with open hands,
yet my feet refuse to move.

I chase my dreams,
while fear arrives before I do.

The thing I long for
is the very thing that frightens me most.

Not because I do not want it,
but because every hope
carries the shadow of loss.

My heart whispers,
"Go."

My mind replies,
"What if everything falls apart?"

So I remain,
caught between desire and fear,
punishing myself
with choices never made.

Perhaps one day,
I will learn that courage
is not the absence of fear,
but the decision to keep walking
even when fear walks beside me.

One day, someone will love me the way I always deserved. ❤️"

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦, “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦? 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦?”

𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

A letter

When death comes,
will it be kind to me?

What if it comes
dark with anger and hatred?

Or smiling,
soft and reassuring?

What if it is painful,
slow and forceful?

Or brief,
gentle and peaceful.

I pray
it is the latter.
I smile
in remembrance of the Almighty.

Then it looks at me kindly,
with a soft smile,
and suddenly I feel calm.

I take its hand.
I don't even realize
I am dead.
I look back
and see my body—
still smiling.
...
I cannot find the courage
to continue this letter.
My hand trembles
as I write.

~MKA

Dance from Dusk and Dawn

When she gets red in the face,
the sun takes away her light,
just as he reflects her grace,
the moon chases sun’s flight;
she shies below with bait,
and he grows more bright,
when she pretends ‘ts too late,
when he portends her right:
she bursts from behind to play,
he smiles and fades away for the night,
and gives back her light, his way,
and hopes for a date, a dance in due time.

In the Name of Grace,Your Light Remains
By.‌🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌

​🇨‌‌heer and boundless kindness you give,a gentle soul of forty-nine,
‌🇭‌‌eart so generous,bringing warmth where the sun refuses to shine.
‌🇮‌‌ll-willed words,insults,and cruel lies are what they return instead,
‌🇰‌‌nives of bitter rumors that wound your heart,leaving tears unshed,
🇦‌lways remember,your beautiful spirit rises above the pain they spread.

Atas Nama Sunyi,Anggunmu Tak Pernah Mati
By.‌🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌

🇨‌‌erita tentang kelembutanmu,wanita matang di usia empat puluh sembilan,
🇭‌‌adir bak peneduh yang membagikan ceria dan kedermawanan tanpa bosan.
🇮‌‌ndah ketulusanmu memberi,meluas tanpa mengharap puji dan balasan,
‌🇰‌‌ini justru dihempas badai hinaan,makian,dan keji fitnahan,
‌🇦‌kankah luntur?Tidak,meski terluka,hatimu yang anggun tetap menjadi pemenang kehidupan.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔:
𝑻𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆.
𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆.💔🥀

“Say, ‘If the sea were ink for the Words of my Lord, the sea would be exhausted before the Words of my Lord were exhausted, even if We brought another like it as reinforcement.’”

Surah Al-Kahf (18:109)