Poetry

🌸 My father’s love, though never returned, had reached its final dawn; yet mine had only begun to bloom 🌸

(Ma langue finalement 🤌🏼)

Do you know about in Jantar mantar on CJP protest ?

"Simply Human"

I can be kind, but that is not who I truly am.

I can be cruel, but that is not who I truly am either.

I am simply a human being,
imperfect, learning, and growing through every mistake life allows me to make.

I have my moments of light,
and I have my moments of darkness.

But neither defines me completely.

What defines me is my willingness to rise after I fall,
to seek forgiveness after I fail,
and to become a better person than I was yesterday.

Note: don't believe in fictional poetry 🙄

That first conversations,
Getting lost in that spark , only to lose the flicker of happiness.
Now you set on a seperate journey, but memories are close.
Every moment holds one instant that never passes.
Life without you is obviously complete.
But it's pathetic that the heart might want to relive moments.

What goes too long unchanged destroys itself.

The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.

• -Ursula K. Le Guin

Happy Mon(ey)day,
Have a nice day 🍀

"Before You Write"

Before your pen touches the page,
remember the One
who knows every thought before it becomes a word.

For every sentence you write
is more than ink upon paper.
It is an act,
a deed that will be recorded,
and a witness that will stand
either for you or against you
before Allah.

If your words call a heart to faith,
revive hope in the weary,
remind the forgetful of their Lord,
or guide even one soul toward righteousness,
then perhaps your ink
will continue to earn reward
long after your hands have grown still.

But if your writing gives life to falsehood,
awakens arrogance,
spreads hatred,
or leads others away from the truth,
its burden may continue to follow you
until the Day of Judgment.

So write with taqwā.
Write with sincerity.
Write only what you would not fear
to find recorded in your Book of Deeds.

For every page you leave behind
will one day be opened before you.

And when your record is placed in your hands,
may every word you ever wrote
bear witness to your faith,
be accepted as ṣadaqah jāriyah,
and become a means of drawing you
closer to the mercy and pleasure of Allah.

“ No rose ever asks for water,
The rose remains silent,
If you dont water it gently,
It silently dies.
Love is the rose, attention is the water.
Moral of the story is to water your rose every night, because once it dies for the season, it may not grow again. 🥀 “

• -B.A.D.

Forever’s Light

That was my flaw,
as I thought:
screw my needs,
love her deeds,
hug her feels,
and that’s enough;
not my needs,
and for me,
if I can make her loved,
then I’m real,
then it’s her dove,
of paradise,
the right number on a pair of dice,
so in the end,
she glimpsed forever’s light,
and I get to play pretend.