Be steadfast, dear heart.
Keep striving, dear soul.
Not just for the last 10 days,
but till the last seconds of your time here.
He is with you, dear self.
Stay grateful, stay patient,
dear heart,
dear soul
and dear self.
For indeed,
You are dear to Him, dear Lily.
#reminderforlily
I guess I’ve been away for far too long
Maybe life gets me at times and I come scattering back in poems
Lyricing poems from the heart’s song
But hello there
An ounce of effort to rummage for words that hopefully no soul has to bare
For our heart was never meant for this world’s call
So brave up pieces soul
For it all begins with just a hello afterall
Hello,
The All-Hearing
The All-Merciful,
The All-Forgiving,
The All-Giving
Keep me in Your hello, always.
For lovers never do part, do they?
My words, it lacks depth
My sight, it lacks beauty
My touch, it lacks kindness
My soul, it lacks sincerity
But my heart, it seeks a cure
In nothing more than to be pure
For the depth on aftermath
For the beauty in certainty
For the kindness to gracefulness
For the sincerity in seeking clarity
For my heart, it seeks a cure
To be among the people of pure.
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
You’re running back to glitter
Run to gold
Where forever is never sold
A much less bitter
Than you glitter soul
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.
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.
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.
Brave Flower 