Everything happens for a reason


in the sea of love we swam like a fish
dreams of having our own world, kinda selfish
Being together forever was our only wish
"I will die for you" ... promises we can't acomplish
Suddenly crashed .. a journey we couldn't finish
slowly slowly momments begun to perish
Only hallucinating sweet moments we cherish
We cry like crazy " Oh Lord why"
"I did everything for him(her) see now i cry"
Tears after tears  till they dry
Then we start to pray
Asking Lord for a good life every day
Turning our soul in a religious way
Then we remember we were the lost sheep
We enjoyed a haram( unlawful ) relationship
Craving to repent for unlawful things we do on earth
Slowly slowly improving our faith
Boom! Lord brings Ramadhan a month of blessings
A month to ask all our cravings
A month to wipe out our sins
Make this month useful before the new moon is seen
Happy Ramadhan.... stay healthy .. stay clean
😊wishWish☺️

One should do for me
not a dream too many
neither perfumed
roseate or lavish
simple joys just as
they should be-

if there were
a million flowers
in the expansive field
before me
which should
I choose to see?

what of the feast
with fifty and one variety?
should I consume
to over-satiety?

two songs
I couldn't hear
at the same time
however sweet-
that would jar
their individual beauty

I met you so long ago
at a mutual friend's party
amidst the din and laughter
alone in a corner
you stood quietly
how well do I remember
your gentle eyes did greet me
my heart spoke silently:
' if you have but just one dream
let this be....'

I drew near
and you said:
'I'm a shy girl
from the country
seldom do I
come to the city
it's rather scary...

dad is a farmer
fourth generation really
at the village-school
I did my basic study
so often he said to me
what's the use
of a university?
girls are meant
to marry
and have a family....'

her last words
still vibrate
in my memory:
'life in the country
is calm and happy
i'll live and die there
content with
a life of simplicity
I don't need
a dream too many.....'

my job in the city
as a stock-broker
I gave up-I knew
you were meant
for me

I shouldn't
further elaborate
our gentle love
tells its story.

For every response left unread.
For every thought trapped in my head.
For the way you make me feel.
Decrypt if it's fake or if it's real.

It's hard to explain a feeling you don't quite know yourself.

Understanding your own mind can be tricky sometimes.

We don't quite know each other yet, despite that fact.

I still feel comfortable to talk to you.

 it feels like we have already had a wonderful first date, a romantic second, and our third wasn't the best but we are both don't care because we are spending it together.

 It makes me nervous, not knowing if you imagine the same thing.

That's why I panic when I talk to you, not knowing if the thing I just said was good enough.

so I say something new before you can type back, and believing that isn't good enough so I repeat the cycle.

Becoming stuck in a whirlpool of my own anxiety and overthinking, just because I don't want to miss my chance at that bad third date.

I don't want to miss the chance to stare at you, on a night not going as planned, but still being able to smile when I look at you.

I'm sorry I'm not good at talking, but I promise you would enjoy my rambling and awkwardness if you gave it a shot.

love, i dream of you
often. my
mind is lost in a
haze aphrodite
cast upon me;
my skull is a
honey-***,
waiting to be
scooped
up by some loving
hand.