Music
Music has this way with me . I get so lost in it but it’s the only thing that helps me find myself. It knew I no longer had my mother smile to fine comfort nor my father's arms to find protection so I clung to its embrace .
I’d wrap myself in the arms of lyrics who spoke softly to my anxiety and I’d hide behind the curtain of instruments when the tornado of depression blew in .
Musoc was like this rope that pulled me in it would weave its fingers through the core of my being , stitching the pieces of me I tried to ignore - the shards of a broken soul tucked away instead of being mended back together .
If it was not there for me, I’d lose control. I’d drown my problems in tears allowing myself to ride the high wave of recklessness only to get lost at the sea of my thoughts . Bit it saved me . Music was my life jacket. Music kept me afloat .
My Land
My land is bleeding . My already dry land , with barley any harvest , now oozes blood from my heart . An explosion has dented the surface of my skin , scarring my beautiful people and chasing the clouds away. My streets are littered with my people - they lie there , reduced to dust and bone , some lifeless , some injured and even more helpless . Their cries can be heard from miles away but they fall on the deaf ears of our neighbours .
The building are also croaking. They lean and lean . They are crumbling . Their legs are shaking , their foundation shattered, they threaten to fall .
My heart aches. I am in pain . Sorrow eats at my soul. Helplessly , I must look on as my people go to war with a pandemic , a famine and an economic crisis on the battlefield that is my land .
Let’s
Let us see the balloon stuck in the tree and admire its distance from the ground and smile in wonder about the views from up there .
Let us do the same with ourselves . For so much of life is about perspective so let’s make our journey about being more kind , to ourselves include .
Are you poet ??
You say you are a poet
Who cannot write of poet
Without heartbreak .
So then write about the time I stormed out after an argument tell them the way I put myself first infuriates you .
That you would do anything to change the way i struggle saying sorry first and how stubborn I can be.
Because you better get use to the idea of writing about a love that stays .
I am telling you right now
I ain’t going anywhere .
We are
There are highs and lows
And wrongs and rights
You make some turns
That lead to dust
You climb and climb
To reach the top
But there is always another height
You need to climb
Another game
Another fight
No finish line
You’re never done
We’re never done
We’re chasing what is never ours .
Remembered
Do you ever look back and wonder about all those moments you told youself “ I’ll never forget this feeling . ”
Because it’s so much harder than that , to remember the way a set of eyes grazed down summer skin , or the jolt of electricity that coursed through you at the sight of a new smile . All those sunsets , all that pure wonder .
Where does it all go ??
And why cannot I bring myself to remember?
Day in and out
I want someone who will laugh deliriously with me at the end of long crazy days or come to me crying if that's what feels right . I want someone I can turn to when I feel the world crumbling and have him know I’ll always be there to help build him up when he feels rock bottom beneath his feet . I want someone who isn’t afraid to tell me when he is mad but will respect me endlessly no matter his mood .
I want someone that knows life isn’t perfect and neither are we but still be that someone who wants to live through this life together.
Side by side...... Day in and out....
Love Yourself
I am working in looking in the mirror
And seeing myself for what i am
I wish I could see myself the way
He sees me worthy of his love
Or the way my friends see me fun and loving
Someone you want to keep around
I hope to see what my parents see
Smart and trustworthy maybe someone to be proud of
What if when i look in the mirror
I tried to see my loved ones instead ?
They see something in me
I don’t need to see the same
As long as I remember they exist .
The reason why
The reason why
I walked all the way home
Instead of using the bus
The reason why
I couldn’t speak
And just stared at the floor
The reason why
I left everything behid and ran
The reason why
I’ve missed so many
Experiences and said no
This is the reason why :
There is an imbalance
In the chemicals of my brain
And it tricks me
To be scared of things
Others don’t even think about
It doesn’t make me who i am
It doesn’t define me
But it’s the reason why
So many easy things
Have been hard for me .
I’m Okay
There are days
When life feels overwhelming
And I am drowning in things
I used to handle with ease
**That's okay.**
Because those days come
But they also
And sometimes it’s okay to stay in bed
Sometimes it’s okay
To do the rare minimum
I know the world still loves me
**I’m okay .**
Clock 🕛
Hurry back to me , before our clock is changed by repairs .
You konw nothing stays the same .
After a loose wire in made aware .
If you’ve killed me in your mind
Why can I hear you call my name all the time
Don’t shed a tear on this earth
When it’s you who buried me first .
I remember soft breathing , nights safe in your grip
You gently whisper that I am not alone
Now I lie on the floor , traching my own lips
Reminds me of the place I called home .
The Forest
The forest doesn’t shrink
For the wolf
If anything
It grows higher , wider
An encouraging home
To run free
So honey ,
Don’t you dare think
You are too much
For you have not yet found
Your Forest
To howl
And howl
And never stop .
Week 1 Day 7
I am sitting here in a robe
Of patches of colour that make me think
Of parsley and mint
And the juice from a melon
The oils running from my head
Through my long anguished hair
To my forehead, my cheeks, my eyes
And to my shoulders
Where it stains me with the still-dream of you
Climbing honeycombs and ladders to be here
To converse with the shadows on my nocturnal breast
M😊M (Part - 02)
The world without mothers would be just a cold planet lacking endless love, compassion and selflessness . For a mother is there for us when no one else is , going out of the way for us when without being asked , giving all of herself for the happiness and success of others . A motger is there with tender love while teaching a work ethic that makes you strive to be your best self. A mother is there when you are heartbroken and when you fall only to make you realize she gave you a heart stronger then it all . A mother is there to celebrate your milestone and remind you in the days between you are never on your own . We wouldn’t be even a fraction of who we are without our mothers . And let us live everyday to be more like them growing in love, compassion and selflessness .
Yourself
Let me tell you this, if you ever look in the mirror and think your body is out of proportion or you start to criticize the pigment for your skin or you pick apart the features that lie on your face, stop yourself and remember :
your body takes you where you need to go , your skin houses the organs that keep you alive and your features those beautiful features you are so quick to insult , allow your senses to be awakened .
Present yourself in the purest form of you, being so very true to yourself you will never question your reflection.
Just because you cannot see the light shining from the lighthouse at all moments, does not mean you’ve lost your way.
Didn’t need Someone
***You didn’t need someone to solve your problems . It maybe convenient in the short term . But there is no personal growth in that . If you must have someone , than have someone who loves you enough to let you grow . One who providers peace and support and falls in love with the beauty of your own victories.**
****Maybe we didn’t know each other like you believed and maybe we never did . But I want you to know that whatever my mind made you into . It was always beautiful .**
The Window in my Room
Countless sunrises and sunset this window has seen,
I ponder if breaking free is something it deems.
With no choice but to befriend the four walks in the room ,
Sins, emotions and distant memories are what is understands.
Cold on some days with tears falling moderately
Even on warmer days, I fail to capture your sentiment.
When a soul enters, no warning is given to It's reason,
The window does not disrupt my healing .
Always looking over my shoulder, protecting my blindside,
As your tenant, perhaps i should return the favour.
You don’t get what you want, or ask for anything,
I feel as this attitude is what human’s lack.
My words you bear, my bedroom activity witness ,
Whether you approve and disagree, better times are always near.
When I take my leave, and you find a new associate,
Even the greatest dreamer could not ask for a better window.
Cats eat watermelon??
Cats eat watermelon ?? First of all I love cat. I didn't even know that cats eat watermelon and like to eat it. Cats like to eat small pieces of watermelon. It is beneficial for him. Because it contains vitamins A and E.
Some cats play with watermelons. They like watermelon to be round in shape.
Besides, we all know that cat's favorite food is milk and fish. Moreover those cats eat some more things, which is beneficial for him. Such as:
1.Banana
2.Carrot
3.Boiler rice
4.Blue berry
5.Pumpkin
6. Cucumber
7.Green beans
Another way
One of the hardest things to do is to give all your
Effort forward something
that is all or nothing when
Failure is very possible .
If you don’t achieve the thing
Then it seems like you get
Nothing for everything that
You gave , but maybe there
Is another way to view it ...
What do I do Now?
When you do a thing because it’s fun
And it feels great , so you immerse
Yourself in it , but then out of
Nowhere you get bored because you
Always get bored with everything
Very quickly , Now you question
Yourself like - Why did I do this ?
What am I doing here ? How did this all happen again ?
What do I do now ?
The Awful Truth
One day, whether 14, 30 or 65 you’ll stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die .
However , the saddest , most awful truth you will ever come to find , is they are not always with whom we spend our lifes .
**-The Awful Truth**
Choose a man Carefully
Choose a man carefully , one that knows things
And what he doesn’t know , he will set out to learn
Because he is curious like that
A man like that will want to learn you.
Choose a man who isn’t intimidated by technology
But still has a fondness for manners and chivalry
Because it just feels right like well worn leather.
A self reliant man who is good with his hands
Even better with his temper and always has a sense of humor.
You didn’t find man like that every day , but they exist , choose wisely .
What is She ?
She isn’t just a woman . She is the novel you have read from cover to cover and yet , you read again .
And each time you do , you find something that was missed before . ❤
Aren’t I Blind ?
Why does this hostility spread everywhere ?
I see hijabs of smile hiding the tears you wear.
An "eagle" drops a flame to burn mankind .
For now , I can't stop them , yet I am not blind.
Oh my Syriansl did you break your fast ?
For the cries of hunger proved to be your last .
Is there any empathy ? Is there any solution ?
Remember Alan kurdi ? Found embracing the ocean.
Sabr O kashmiris adhering to the prophet’s name.
As he visited the lady who threw trash in his lane.
Blood has been your fate , terror from eitger side ,
For now , I can't stop them , yet I am not blind.
Have you found ease in the deletion sack?
O Uyghur I pray for your bread , not just the blue flag
Minarets are the down , no bread on the chin.
The world's your mosque , so remember Allah within .
Your race man teared you , O Yemenl your blood betrayed.
They has a pilgrimage yet your closest outrage.
My brothers are starving , skin stuck to their bones ,
Will we ever aid them ? Or remain hearts of stones ?
They Lynch you , they kill you for the Allah you bow ,
My Palestinians aways resist, albeit thanks to pharaoh .
Bombs preferred over hindsight , lives are undermined ,
For now , I can't stop them, yet I am not blind.
**- MOHD . YESIR KHAN**
Fear
I’m running away from the path you have provided . Each heart beat forces me to feel guilty . And I’m!!
I am finding artificial reasons to smile and crafting destinies way out of reach . There are recurring responsibilities of downfall and the fear is adamant to not leave . I haven’t pointed a finger at this delusion since tge delusion is carved with my mischievous head .
Some soothing voice at night may elated this body , cadge in fear.
Home feels like
I think we are desperate for change because there is a disconnect from who we are on the inside and how we live on the outside. So we try this and do that . Like moving new furnitures into the same house . And then one day you realize you’re living in a house that never was meant for you . Beacause your soul knows what home feels like.
**Whatever and whomever you choose, I hope it is good for your soul. 🖤**
I Know Her
She has beautiful eyes.
Of course they have Sparkle.
But there was something deeper about them. They draw you in, they were soulful eyes.
Ones that seemed to have seen more history than most.
Eyes that could beyond the flash and bone and see into a person’s heart.
She loves moonlight and rainstorm and so many other things that have soul.
She may seem confusing, but i understand her seasons.
She will need space and just as quickly she’ll need touch.
She’ll need silence and time to think just as she’ll need to share words and let it out.
It is a very human thing to do requiring the quite to focus and understand, but then craving to belong , share and feel understood.
I understand her solstice and squinox and I am a man after all of her seasons.
She finally reached a place of knowing she’d be ok and that is the biggest part of the battle.
Believing that you are meant for the good more than the bad .
M😊M
She is the hope which wakes up even before rhe sun shine.
She is a fire when I make mistake but she is a healer too when I’m in pain.
She feels my silence , she appreciate my achievements .
She tries to take away all my sorrow.
The smile on my face is most precious to her. She always prays for my good.
A rebellion for sure that’s why Allah created Mom .
A Soulmate
A soulmate is meeting of mind, spirit and body with someone whose strengths, flaws and energy perfectly complete your own.
It is steady ground, a shelter in a storm , a point on a map when you are wayward and lost , the promise of a place to come home to for as long as you are here in the world .
I hope you guys like it.... 🖤🐱
🤫 Dreamer 🤫
Perhaps you are not yet where you feel you should be , but from one dreamer to another , a careful word of advice :
“You could reach every last one of your goals , and still find yourself unfulfilled at the finishing line. ”
The true essence of life exists in the in between . It is the striving that your excellence is exposed to the world . It is in the setbacks that the strength of your spirit is learned . In the unfinished dream lies the full and burning heart of life .
It is only a spell of the mind , an artful deception , that you might find fulfilment fortune , fame , perfection or power . Life is lived here :
In the distance you have still left to travel . This is where the true magic happens .
@Bithan
