I felt like sweet water in the dead sea. Never able to mix in, but water all the same.
Maybe it was really me. who was the problem in my dreams
maybe it was me who crushed all my fantasies.
I couldn’t really ever tell why I never got along.
besides the fact that friendship relied on currencies.
I didn’t put a price on friendship.
But that didn’t mean I was free.
in the end, I’m happy to be me.
for the right company.
I submitted this in a competition @graciechicksblog and I’m humbled to know that it won first place 🙂 Definitely check out her blog, there’s a lot of wonderful stuff to read. She event started a brilliant campaign on “Tackling Racism with Haikus“. I actually wrote one not too long ago!
I hope everyone who has felt alone finds their sweet cool pool of company to resolve in. It’s not easy being different as a child, and being an adult doesn’t somehow magically change things either. That pain of being alone is still the same.
You start to doubt yourself.
but don’t worry, as long as you keep your doors open, with time you’ll find the right ppl come your way and you won’t have to chase after them either.
nothing better than getting a healthy dose of the Masjid at times like this( Trump Era) This is what I have to share after listening to a lecture by some really awesome learned scholar phD dude, a brilliant educator of our young Imam. This isnt all what the lecturer said, rather it’s my reflection and way of relating it to myself.
1) change our focus from falling for our desires, trying to get more of everything we want. more of our distractions, more of the shiny things, more of excess -basically anything -that signifies wealth for you. the excess. the extravagance. the greed. Be real with yourself and what matters
2) dont let circumstances make you take away your consideration for others. care for others, help others, ponder about others and their pains and how you can be there for them, expand unity beyond your personal borders.
3) bare through it patiently. it’s gonna be hard, scary, and ugly but we have to be our best especially in this time. no matter how much you wanna go off on someone, you gotta play it cool bc that’s what will hit the hardest if you wanna win. cuz the point of this all is that you wanna win and you cant win without controlling yourself and being humble
Tired of all the hypocrisy
Im happier to be alone
Because when I see the world in front of me
It all seems like doom and gloom
Where are all the good people
That know how to be true
True in their words
And genuine in their smiles
True on others’ worth
And humble in their trials
The world seems to be racing
Despite the universe simply tracing
Back on their orbits
We spend our time stalking and pacing
Welling up our jealousy
As we silently, cruelly, fight each other to bits
Life has turned into a competition
A time that Darwin could only cry about
But there’s no proof needed anymore
When half of life is drowning in its own blood and dying in misery
behind the curtains
above these windows
with not a single star in sight
there gazes a certain light
belonging to no source
despite the thundering plight
ringing against my ears
bringing me to tears
I’m fighting for my sake
because my purpose is all I have
far away from the regular world
swarmed by the stories that are lived as untold
It’s not the material I desire to take
and rub it into my hands
pretending it won’t turn to dust
nor is it the lust
that bewitches hearts to rust
rather it’s what dries away my tears
the cool wind thriving through my years
guiding me to the light
I was sure was ever real
helping me see myself
above the petty things
that were grown with crooked wings
failing me to fly
to the greatest height of one’s sight
I see myself
above those petty things
grown with crooked wings
above the lavish
that seizes to quench the thirst of gluttonous eyes
I see myself rise,
not needing the sugar in the lies-
nor the endless tales in ties-
I see myself
towards the heaviest in size, succulent clouds
with rain drops
of no owner shared
ready to give
to that which is none unless paired
so here I am
behind these dark curtains
listening to the lightning
with no stars in sighting
having the one thing
that is the world’s most heightened
glory, with the wind keeping my secrets