oh please

give me the strength that i lack
to cry not just in my words anymore
but amidst the softness, of oh a few vibration’s
beating; since me
to somewhere far away or maybe near

all the knots, i had to undo and will
oh please, give me the strength to bear it all

oh please, look after me
when i try to make a city, i’ve never lived in
my home, for some time

please
allow me to fall in love, while i’m there

a love that will last
a love i long for

a sweet beginning

please allow me
to hold just but a hand
of someone innocently pretty

oh please, give me the strength
to let not this pain, i witness
take a part of me

to let not this pain, that i feel
make me even more quieter than i was yesterday

oh please give me the strength
to build a home
and a family

oh please, give me the strength

oh please

gift me all abstract and oh i shall be grateful.

with love









i lost

i stood as but just a coward in my eyes
for oh i failed; oh i lost

talking about love and hope
in everything, i write and sing

oh why didn’t you, who meant to; create
did something to bring about a change
on this oh so dark night

you were but powerless, for oh you didn’t work hard enough
you are but a coward

don’t you dare, talk or write about love or hope
until you can revive all that they lost, then

don’t you dare whisper about light
when all you did was to reside in shadows

don’t you dare

this world; full of greed and pain

oh i’m sorry, that oh i lost; teary at their pain

i cried

oh i’m sorry, forgive me

i shall not write any love, until the day

i have filled all listening

with the sound of my music

for i may have lost, but oh i’m still breathing; hit

for just one purpose, more bent than ever

i will not lose

i will be back

i’ll return

i promise

insha-allah

with love

subtle

i’ve learnt how the most beautiful, is really at time’s the most subtle of them all. there’s something really evergreen about imperfection.

moment’s which one could never foresee; were never really expected; are really the one’s, that has the most value to them. you may not realize it, straight away. but it’ll show itself, when you’re on your own some day, reminiscing.

i’ve lived times, of the same, which were abrupt, but were the one’s that really, became the lil dream’s that i lived.

and well, i’ve lived a few tbh, not many

i don’t consider all i’ve been intimate with, a dream. i would have left, on my own, if i would have felt something to synthetic to it. and well, i’ve left

that’s why, there’s only a few.

i do long for love, but i don’t really have a specific person, to live all that i want to, with the same. it’ll all be better, when it’s all organic. for it is really there, where lies; longevity.

i saw a rather sweet dream this morning. and that’s precisely why, i’m here writing

anyway,

i personally wouldn’t care for, from really she is or if she was ever with someone
i won’t care for what the world might have to say, or anyone for that matter
i won’t care but for the morals my heart follows. the morals that makes me a human.

i won’t let no man or religion let my thought’s conflict, w the morality in me
i’ll make new rules, if i’ve to
nvm.

i dream of a really simple romance. with someone equally innocent.

but oh i just don’t seem to fall for just anyone

you can feel free to walk away, walk towards, it’ll feel all the same to me, really

anyway i guess, i’m not falling for in love, anytime soon

but whenever it maybe, it’ll feel lovely to me.

to then

when i’ll have it all

even if it’s very little

with love


places

“place’s have place’s within them.”

i couldn’t really seem to confine my future, to what really would just disable my dreams, before they could stand; an university.
and as a result i really had a hard time, just even going to one, because it really just wasn’t who i’m. and it’s not really, that i didnt try. it just could never be me. i tried
apart from attending the classes and paying attention to lectures, which most times didn’t really led me anywhere, i did all of it

had some really good food, wrote, expressed my love and all that i’m, in ways i was rather new to.
while sitting in some isolated garden and well, just doing my own thing really. i always was in my own zone, thinking of things, i care about.
this is more or less what my college life looked like.

and please do note that i’m not encouraging you to do the same. this is the path, that i chose. and it’s really not easy at all. but well, i’ve grown to keep my pain to myself.

anyway i did learn something. i learnt that well, even if you end up in a place, you don’t really like or want to be, you can still be rather happy and make a part of that place, your own.

you really perceive things, the way you’d like them to see.

i open up about my vision, of a place, and that may lead you to believe that this alternative to what you used to think, exists.

romance is all about discovering and finding a comfort, with what little you’ve.

you’d still cherish it.

crooked paths may seem as if they are just deviating you from your dream, but maybe they are just helping you get closer, as long as you don’t lose what you believe in; as long as you don’t give in to the environment around you.

anyway, in a similar manner, i found a few places, which felt and looked different to me.
every visit brought me closer to these few places, around the campus and i really spent hour’s working there and i loved every bit of it.

one of them became romantic, because of this one girl, i met. and if i were to be honest, i do think of her, at times. missing. but well, it is what it is.

i really have no regrets. i did what i wanted to.

with love

cold

it’s all rather melancholic. the way, i see those who begging on the streets, looking for alternative ways, to play with the genuine feelings of so many.

oh who really is to blame?

oh these mere humans of stone, are but a small glimpse of the true nature; defining the existence of those who; seen and not
cruel;

oh how this world is oh really devoid of, what it should be in abundance in it’s every crevice; edges

oh i wonder, how many were fearful today; oh how many will be there tomorrow

is there no end really, to all suffering?

oh i ask you, is there really not?

how i hoped charity was but a loophole to all that is wrong in this world

but oh all who in it, lacks the presence; for it is that, what really is needed


look beyond you; look further than the rest

unless you’d like to live the

selfish way, like all

with love

truth

the love in me still flows
oh i wouldn’t waver from this love in me
for oh indeed, i still seem to be hoping

oh love is not, what will quench my thirst
but oh it surely will make sure
i never feel that feeling

each day, i seem to be spending my time
on things but of minor detail

but oh in the end, they will be the one’s
turning the shallow sunsets and oceans
that i drew
to a form of art that is oh but keen
to become one with nature

oh i chose to lose it all, for but this cause

i’ll wait and stand with time
to be able to hold her hand

but oh i won’t stay stagnant

if i don’t seem to find worthy of you

for at times, love also may end up hurting you

but not everyone deserves, such sacrifice; just one.

until then

with love