In which disguise were you my cohort play,
sitting silently aside my watcher.
Just felt some tender warmth under my arms,
that your hands were so near.
Your dreams knitted around the day,
a safe mind grabbed some worries deep,
sobbing sounds of that one and half cup of tea with you,
as remnants are hiccups from some clamouring corners.
Those streaks etched in the ground by us,
as if a different life this side.
Dragging an oak stem to pass time,
to follow that lonely ant till late,
keeping hope in pace to trace its heaped treasure.
Bestowing on me those sparkling round marbles o’
you were left with none to play.
To fine tune with my height,
i find you tilted often leaning in snapshots.
The sap syrup dribbling from the higher palms,
sashaying down onto your agape;
your eyes on those unripe guavas,
a priority strike of your mod-us always clear.
Come for returning my share of custard apples,
those vineyard whispers, spontaneous jibes,
I being witness to some puerile moments,
atleast return to give an attendance of our alliance. 4 months ago
I’m in love with My Hijab
Which will give me a great sawaab
I think girls look beautiful this way
More than body we put our Faith on display
My Lord loves me for who I am
He loves me more than anyone else can
And when I’m lyin on my bed
I think until my eyes are red
How can anyone be so great?
Whenever I knock,He opens up the gate
With so many of my bad deeds I walk in
And no doubt he forgives all our sin
Many at times I get worldly distractions
But I need to hold on to righteous actions
And now I’m scared ov going astray
So I beg Him to show me the right way
I beg Him to guide me all the way
To guide me through night & day
And to make me stronger in Emaan
As He is Ar-Rahman
Who has given us the Furqaan
The miraculous Qur’an
After having the Quran recited
This is what I’ve decided
The Qur’an & the Sunnah
Is the only way to enter Jannah! 11 months ago
Writer’s block, Oh writer’s block,
I hate you so much.
I can’t do anything right, when I don’t have the magic touch.
I write mumble jumble, who knows what, all day long.
My writer’s block is the reason for this sad song.
Oh talent, please talent, came back to me.
So I can let myself, my writer’s self, run forever free.
I can’t stand to be in this unknown shock.
So let me be, Dear Writer’s Block. 18 months ago