Possibly

It was nothing really.

But with you, I taste colors I’ve never seen,

maybe I fell too deeply,

or maybe the likeliness of what we could have been.

Of us, possibly.

Silly girl

Ouh, aren’t you a silly girl

This is how it ends

But you still run to it again

Coming back, just slightly different than the same

When will you ever learn

Ouh, aren’t you being a silly girl

Glitter soul

You’re running back to glitter

Run to gold

Where forever is never sold

A much less bitter

Than you glitter soul

Redefining Beautiful

The magnitude of His creations praises passes, nothing else matters.

For what she long for was to be beautiful to The Beloved, and only to Him and never parted.

But, what is beauty without sins?

Ya Rabb, then make her beautiful in her deen.

My Graduation Plan

I know I’ll find my center

Maybe not now, but sooner or later

To the All-Giver

Make me content of the gifts you deliver

Have my trust in You, for what may come by The Divine Planner

For I strive and yearn to be Your faithful and grateful believer

Now and then, till forever.

Writing

I’ve not been writing, could that be a worry? Or could that be a blessing? And I’ve been waiting, but I’ve not been writing.

He writes you

His mannerism with words and agility to pierce it together into a masterpiece, she’ll read timelessly over and falling once more.

That was how everything falls into place and His Love took the space, of her vacant hollowed heart’s maze.

Like herself, He’s a writer but no ordinary one. His words were heaved in diviness. It moulded her with honorable courage, strength and human mindedness.

His words gave her truth. His words never needs proof. His words were filled with promises of eternal bliss if she just put it to practise. And his words, never made her day ever blue.

He is the best writer even against of all writers. Moreover. He is an all-stake high favourite fever, even to His non-readers. And even so, He writes you.

The Coming Time

When the time will come, we will never know

And when the time really comes, you will have to let go

But when the time after comes, may we have our next hello.

Love meets clock

You are the seconds of her minutes where flying kisses are meant to keep.

You are the minutes of her hours where her love will always towers.

You are the hours of her day when her heart never intends to stay.

You are her day and her night when you are everything meant in her life.

Dear Faith

Have no fear,
The Almighty is here,
For He is never far but always near,
And you’ll be alright, my dear.