Poetry

Moments of lifetimes stories,
Why spend it on a difficult direction.
Countless words must have stuck in storms.
Your words of confidence seem like poison now.
It was necessary that we made a plethora of wishes, but it was necessary to release them too.
It was important to let the final ember fade into thin air.
But why did I make a house out of those flames?

𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆,
𝑨 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
𝑰 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕,
𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒋𝒂𝒓.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓.
𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆
𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆.
𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆;
𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆.
𝑺𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆, 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆
𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒏
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆?
𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆
𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆.💔🥀

Dear future wife, my moon, my beloved soulmate….. 🤍

Winds listen to me
And carry my voice as far as there are ears to hear
Clouds lift my spirit to the open doors of heaven
Eleven times the earth has offered a ring to her beloved
Since the day I reached this lonely place

Now I am Misery's King
These rocks became my palace
I am king without one subject
Hallucination is my faithful servant
When I feel sad I am dancing with my thoughts
I tried to lock inside me
Something young, Something vivid
But in vain... 💔

-Chaostar - Misery's king

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.

I only wanted kindness.

I do not ask for much. I do not ask for days untouched by weariness nor for every wish of mine to be fulfilled nor for life to unfold exactly as I had desired.

All I ever asked of Allah was to compensate me with kindness: kind days, kind hearts, words that would reassure my soul, and a presence that would never add to the weariness my heart was already carrying.

I wished only for a single day in which I would not have to defend my heart; to meet souls that would never make me fear the sincerity of my own feelings; to know, just once, that this world was gently mending my soul instead of teaching it new ways to ache.

But everything I encountered was unyielding.

Every path I mistook for a haven was lonelier than I had imagined. Every heart in which I placed my trust left an imprint I never learned to heal. Even the places I believed would be my sanctuary, I left them carrying a heart far heavier than the one with which I had arrived.

‎كنت أريد فقط الحنية:
لم أطلب الكثير. لم أطلب أن تكون أيامي خالية من التعب، ولا أن تتحقق كل أمنياتي ولا أن تمضي الحياة كما أشتهي. كل ما دعوت الله به، أن يعوضني بالحنية، أياما حنونة، وقلوبا حنونة، وكلمات تطمئن روحي، ووجودا لا يزيد القلب تعبا. تمنيت فقط أن أمر بيوم لا أحتاج فيه أن أدافع عن قلبي، وأن ألتقي بأشخاص لا يجعلونني أخاف من صدق مشاعري، وأن أشعر، ولو مرة، أن الدنيا تربّت على روحي بدل أن تزيدها وجعا. لكن كل ما مر بي كان قاسيا. كل طريق ظننته مأوى، كان أكثر وحشة مما توقعت، وكل قلب اطمأننت إليه، ترك في قلبي أثرا لم أعرف كيف أداويه. حتى الأشياء التي ظننتها ملاذا، خرجت منها بقلب أثقل مما دخلتها به.

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 🪊