O! In your patchwork soul,
weave mine tonight.
Let a part of me
become yours tonight.
Let my cotton
simplify your struggling silk.
Let my roughness
take away that blinding shine.

O! In your patchwork soul,
do weave mine tonight.
Let my grey
soften your quelling ocean-blue.
Let my sombre
soothe your troubled hue.

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You are the dawn
dancing on the horizon —
a light I cannot afford,
for it will blind me
as it takes my darkness away.

In this dark that I dwell
I stay espoused to the truth
that it is only your fleeting shadow
that will be mine forever.

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Your voice and its melody,
the falsetto nursed in baritone,
is a mélange of the seasons,
the skies, dusk, and dawn.

The sound to which a Sufi
whirls — reaching Fitra.
The sound to which
his soul is in union with Ṣafā.

An embrace of the purity,
deific and divine,
your voice is the poetry
of the prayers they recite.

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In the last that I breathe,
I will not perish,
for my very spirit
is my love for you,
which upon my end,
will be immortalised;
manifested in your own being,
where it does belong.

As I wither, my breath,
in harmony with your heartbeat,
will evanesce into yours.

The irony is my love for you
that makes so little of me
so my fading is its eternalisation,
as it finds sanctum in you.

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Celui que vous aimez est parti.
La blessure a déchiré votre coeur;
et tandis que la cicatrice semble pâle,
la douleur saisit encore votre âme.

Mon amour sent votre amour,
donc il sait que ce n’est pas pour moi.
Vous pensez que cet amour est pour moi,
je sais que ça ne peut pas être.

Vous êtes ma raison d’être.
Ce coeur ne veut pas d’autre.
Et pour vous, à chaque haleine,
mon amour va renaître.
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Tomorrow you shall see
the barren Heavens
shimmering with stars;
the dark of the night
ousted by a nascent moonlight.

For tonight,
this empty expanse of ebony
is inspired by you;
it has looked into your eyes
and said that it wants to
sparkle the way they do.

It has watched
your smile illuminate the world,
and cannot live with the shame
of not being the same.

But the night after
shall be dull again,
for the stars will renege
and the moon will concede —
accepting defeat.

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Eyes that are sharp and bright,
like his mind.

Big, clear… pure,
like his soul.

Eyes that are black.
An ensorcelling, sparkling black —
an onyx.

An onyx on a moonless night,
graced by but a few stars,
catches even the faint light
and shines.

An onyx that glistens
even on a dark night;
in the absence of light.
Gleaming – distinct in the dark.
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“Maria, you are still sleeping!”, my roommate exclaims as she walks in. I open my eyes and jump out of bed. Giving her a hug, I run to the door. I’ve been waiting for them all day… for him, actually. That’s when I stop short, and turn to the mirror. Staring into the reflection of my eyes, I chastise myself, “What are you doing?! You can’t be enslaved by your emotions! You know none of this is for you. Don’t you dare tarnish the treasure of this friendship”. My smile turns forced as I leave the room.

I greet them all, desperately trying to internalise the aura of bliss surrounding me. I’m hanging onto every word they say, laughing at every jest and jibe, making an effort not to look around for him… yet, at one weak moment, when my senses elude me I steal a glance at the doorway, where he appears. His startled jerk when he sees me is covered by a laugh as he says, “You scared me”, reaching for a hug I inevitably return. As I feel myself melting in the warmth of his embrace, I tell myself that I must be rigid, frigid, and gelid. I tell myself that nothing can make me falter, not even the love I can’t deny I have for him. Interrupting my angry monologue, he pulls away and says, “I missed you”. View Post

After months, if not years, of excruciating heartbreak,
An emotion I sure once did deem was fake,
After all of the tears and the fears it did bring,
I decided, at last, I must put a stop to this thing.

So did I venture, deep into my soul,
And turned my heart into an icy hellhole.
A frozen inferno did but not any good,
Even after I had done all I thought that I could.
Then along with my pain, I turned all of my sorrow,
Into a deep abyss, a large heartless hollow.

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