Something’s wrong

I’ve been pitifully hurting

Ive been mercilessly thirsty

Feeling suddenly alone-

what I see-

is this what they’ve all been shown

is this how they’ve been grown

to live in the sin of beatless hearts

is this how they grow

is this all they know

or do they see something under

the moonless glow

Why do i see

something else that I feel

a language that seems

no translation can make clear

even if all the seas were made into ink

and sea salt dried into sculptures and formations

displaying the story of my emotions

it will still not be clear

because there are two arguments here

from two different places

one of many faces

and mine of a single motivation

just one

and thus

I am alone

and they are many

with many faces

and many reasons


There’s a story behind those eyes.

There’s a story behind those eyes.

The sun sets differently,

and the moon shines in the other

Secret gardens blooming in each alcove

with underground troves of words and memories

too deep to rediscover.

Be generous, oh eyes,

cry and cleanse the treasure beneath them

the treachery witnessed has flooded your ponds

wrecking havoc and drowning your gardens.

Weep away the dirt you forgot to sweep away

before they fossilize and erode the wisdom

you’ve been polishing over the

silent, exhausting, and broken years.

Beneath those eyes there lies a hero

fighting the mirage of a ghostly, ghastly, phantom devil

always watching and peering through

at all the scenes you see and do

collecting all the reasons for you to falter

digging ditches and setting traps for you to fall for

These are your nightmares, mirages that don’t exist

But the hero within, is real and persists

waging a war, a single warrior waving a flag

and waiting for your order

as You are the commander

and the phantom awaits your surrender

But the hero- the warrior, remains ever standing

for the call to finish your battle

every night.

ready to gift you

your due victory

and rewrite the pages

of your story.



Palms soft, unwithered from hard work

Paper and pen are witness to your strain

Don’t you worry, your effort’s not in vain. 
Stubborn with concern, yet you stand strong unconsumed.  Your conscience is overpowering, yet you remain unconcieted. 

Don’t you worry, success is self control and constancy 

Not to live this life and advance it in joy

Victory and glory is an old ploy, used to fool those cowering into tools of greed
Don’t you worry, your hopes will soon be real

Just don’t forget how to forgive and feel

Draft for Perfection

Striving for the best will always come with a test

Struggle after struggle with no real rest
Have faith in Allah and Forgive any failure
Keep praying to Allah And forget your flaws
He’s the one in command
And loves for you to withstand
So tighten your belt
And draw out your pen
Its a different battlefield
One with red ink
So rise and devise
And keep your eyes on the prize