Let Them Go

Fling the blazers off your shoulder;
Untie your tie and unbutton your buttons.
Let your shirt fly as your trousers crawl.
Unpeel your skin till you reach your soul.

Dive into your heart, beyond the open door.
Find within; all that you refused to let them go:
The past, the fears, the feelings left untold,
The obsessions with power, fame and gold.

The time is nigh to let them go,
so pick up a pen and let them flow,
like a river uncaged when the dam would blow.
Release the chains, and let them go.

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Give me all your pain. Fret not; For my heart knows to take in sadness, cuddle it in, heal it, and set it free as butterflies of words, enchanting to the soul of perceivers, In a rhythm so painfully soothing, and healing.

Give me all your pain, fret not; I shall make from it an omelette of smiles, garnish it, and feed it; to your lips. I shall paint with your tears portraits as peaceful as the night, as therapeutic as a lover's embrace, or smile.

Give me all your pain and I shall gladly pay you, with words and lines so calming to the heart, Fret not; for i am a bard and my heart is immortal to pain. It doesn't succumb even when it breaks, instead, happiness sprouts wherever my feet kisses the earth.

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Hello girl,
it is high time i tell you the things you do to me.
There something in your smile that talks to my soul,
It makes me want to Love you from the surface
deep to your bones.
There is something in your eyes that tells me of home,
It makes me want to hold you from my youth till i am old.
There is something about your being that fills me with peace,
It makes me want to suck you in, all of you, from the stardust that makes you, down to your soul!

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Hello girl,
it is high time i tell you the things you do to me.
There something in your smile that talks to my soul,
It makes me want to Love you from the surface
deep to your bones.
There is something in your eyes that tells me of home,
It makes me want to hold you from my youth till i am old.
There is something about your being that fills me with peace,
It makes me want to suck you in, all of you, from the stardust that makes you, down to your soul!

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Today at sunset, I am not sure
what made it to my lips first,
your name or the date that
broke my fast. But one thing
I am sure of, today too, your
name made it to my prayers,
and though I didn't ask Allah
to make You mine, nor did I
ask Him to make you fall
for me; I did beg Him to
make you happy forever;
with or without me.

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The Dawn of Tomorrow

I know you have cried an ocean of painful tears.
That you habor within you mountains Upon mountains of fears
Defeated and Lost hardship left you in despair,
And doubt, whether the dark sky will one-day be clear.

Hey; one-day the sun will rise above the clouds
Casting light upon your dreams, like it does a buried seed.
You will sprout from beneath the hardship that soils you,
And bloom towards a sky of heavenly bliss and comfort.

You just be patient, determined, and hopeful for a new dawn,
A dawn where light shall drive away darkness
And Hardships fades while you dance of happiness,
You shall one-day smile beyond the storm of sadness.

For surely after hardship comes ease,
In the words of God The Almighty you and i must believe.
The pain and the hardship shall one-day leave,
And you shall live that life you've been dreaming about,
Cometh the dawn of tomorrow.

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The fault in our stars

I am sorry; I am not ready to write a poem in your name,
I am not ready to face that pain,
So, I seal this feelings in the core of my pen.
But, worry not my darling,
Your love will always be that closed book resting
eternally on the shelf of my heart,
I will dust the pages everyday,
Yet I will never dare read out loud,
a single Letter that tells of how I feel for you.
I would rather let the birds sing of how they watched me dream of you,
I would rather let the moon tell the stories of how my heart
wrote poems for you,
I would rather let the the sun bring to light the world you built in my heart.
Yet centuries would pass and you might still not realize,
that the moon radiates the feelings of my heart, for you.
It's not your fault, you just never understood the language of the universe.
So today I decimate this love and bury a piece each beneath a star,
Hoping that someday you get to find them all and finally see,
that you have always been the key to my heart,
Even though I never dared to utter I, Love and You in the same line,
Even though I never dared to look you in the eyes and call you mine,
And that my darling; is the only fault in our Stars..

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When I look at the world we live in these days, I feel like crying on behalf of my ancestors. But then, my tears swore not to ever leave a trail of despair for the next generation, it rather be the voice of hope that guides towards the better days, somewhere to a better place, a place where we feel a little more human...

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Dear Muse,
Today let's become one like the salt and the ocean.
Speak to me in voices only I could decipher,
And watch me write them in a language
even the deaf would understand.
Come to me like a long haired maiden,
swaying your hips in sync with my eyes.
Whispher to my soul words that make love to my mind
And fill to the brim the oceans in my heart,
With feelings, magical enough to make it rain roses from the sky.

Whisper to me words that entices the mind of its bearer,
Ushering it, into a world of words, feelings and fantasies.
Whisper to me words that heal the broken, trade tears with a smile
and quench the chaos of a heart.
Whisper to me the words of hope, second chances,
of dreams and inspirations.
Whisper to me words of light, of love, of art and salvation.

Dear Muse, I'll keep you in my arms,
for, even when your voice goes on a one way trip to Mars,
I do hope your heart will beat on mine,
I promise to understand every word in every beat of your heart.
So stay here in my arms✍🏽❤️

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Dear sister, you are worth more
than just a box of chocolates and roses.
Your dignity deserve to be preserved, not used as a
currency to exchange for a gift and a bouquet of fake emotions.
Dear sister, your body isn't a football pitch for any boy to play on,
You are not some Ps5 or Xbox, and you are certainly nothing of a toy to a man.

Dear brother, what if she was your sister?
Would you still feast upon her forbidden fruit and still smile,
would you still wear your sinful act like a medal or brag about it?
Would you still fill her soul with lies heavy enough to break her heart into pieces, would you?

If you could see Allah gazing at you,
would you still go on with your plans?

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