Wednesday, 4 May 2016


I am grateful for the sadness
That bloomed into their joy 
This is what I asked for 

I mutter prayers so only God can hear me 
Between all the mundane happenings of living

The sky has been all the shades of bluebells recently
I've written beautiful things in untraceable ink 
The corners of their smiles don't know their own roots 

Imam shafi said about the arrows in the night 
They've been orbiting you since before you knew 

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