Those days. …

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What is this old feeling of uneasiness?
My hair, the bed, it’s a mess,
Oh Allah what is this test?
Now I am tired and I want to rest,
Please help me over come my anger and give my best,
Why does this heart feels heavy in my chest?

I can’t explain this agony,
Oh Allah, give me some remedy.

Bring me closer now I can’t walk,
My lips move but I can’t talk.
It feels like i am lost in a dense fog,
But I do feel light when I sob.

So will this end?
You know in prayer I raise my hand.

Something does happen like it’s magic,
Like a laughter in tragic.

Unbelievable I believe,
But at times I can’t take the grief,

In front of you I like to weep,
Even if my scars are deep,
I find salvation when I am weak,
It’s the earth that i want to leave.

Oh Allah, patience is what I seek,
Sometimes my future seems bleak,
I know what we sow is what we reap,
But my heart is a stubborn child,
Finding it’s way through the wild.

So bring me back my sanity,
Life is nothing but imaginary,
The hurt will still hurt,
But don’t flowers still bloom in dirt…

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A saint or a sinner?

Sinner by the day,
A saint by night,
In front of the mirror,
I see an ugly sight.

My heart is remorseful,
My soul is hurtful,
But I consume the guilt,
Back again I dwell in the filth.

I wonder if there is an end,
The world has given me no friend.
Bones to ashes,
At night i see haunted flashes.

Come to my rescue,
And save me from this hell,
But the world asks me for my soul,
In exchange I only get a burning coal.

But when the night falls,
In the silence someone calls,
My heart quivers,
And my lips whisper.

The eyes swallow the ocean,
And i don’t allow any intrusion,

In the moment of quietness,
Prayers touch the lips,
And I am broken into every bits.

Myanmar’s Rohingya.

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O’ people of Rohingya,
You’re the fallen heroes;
You’re like those tiny seeds
That will grow.
The tables will turn,
No more will the ashes burn,
So strengthen your faith,
If they want they can hate.
Fear them not;
They will be caught,
In the court of the greatest,
Under the light of the fairest.
So be like a knight,
Do not give up but fight,
Fight till you die,
Your place will be in Jannah so high.
Humanity is asleep,
Looking at them don’t you weep?
Wake-up kingdom of the blind,
Think from your heart and not mind.
Embrace them with your open arms;
Don’t you want to share your flowering farms?
So let not the blood spill,
Let them not be killed.
O’ People of Rohingya,
Do not let the hope slide,
Hold on to it tight,
For you’re in our hearts,
Even if your soul departs.

An invisible bond.

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There are things I can’t describe,
But you should know
Without you I won’t survive
I’d die
And this isn’t a lie
I can’t imagine you saying goodbye
I’ll be good; I promise I’ll try
Imagining you gone makes me cry
My life would be like an autumn leaf
So dry
This is a test I know
But I still question why?
I want to be under your shade
I am not ready to fly
This world is cruel
And the sky is up high
I know you have been broken
And I am sorry because I did pry
But I want to let you know
You’ll always be in my heart
Even after death do us apart…

The Time

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Among the crowd
And the voices so loud
I stood there all alone
Watching them, i was angry and worn

Feeling out of place
I was looking for solace
In the wings of the air that I breathed
In the arms of someone I had forgotten

The noise in my head was too much
Wetness under my eyes was like such
Grief couldn’t describe the passing hour
I was lost and tire

They spoke to me sometimes
But my soul had committed a crime

A crime of freedom
And I asked them
If they wanted some

But what was this feeling
Why wasn’t my scar healing

As if my heart was ripped out
My agony was that loud

But I was ignored
Maybe they were bored

To see the dark sight
That I embraced knowing it isn’t white

But in the end
My wounds did bleed
They cared or not
But at night I still weep.