Sunday, 20 December 2015


Winter tried to strip the trees of sun 
Our practicalities become unnecessary realities
Create elaborate labyrinths 
Where what is to be or to come 
Is a mindset away 
Because all it is , is outreached palms

It is cold and the laughter marks an old poem
Made young
False youth , and truths
And all these false appendages 
The wild baggage shall fall like leaves
Soon to be free

Thy Lord bringeth to pass what He willeth and chooseth. They have never any choice. Glorified be Allah and Exalted above all that they associate (with Him)
Surah Qasas

1 comment:

  1. occurred to me on this fine night to check my blogger dashboard again after such a length of time.
    And what a pleasant surprise. :)