Brewing within a timid heart
My silence left incomplete without
A few paltry lines
In dedication to people who'll seldom read
There is a heaviness of undone deeds
Of pulling words that were never said
Till all that is left is the fabric of life
Exposing the raw mistakes of cold limbs
Shall I smile because I cannot cry
Shall the names be changed
Whilst stories remained untouched
It's not raining, it's not Friday
But history has taught me
That it doesn't need to be
All these half words lodge in my throat
There is an discomfort to this familiarity
I'm on the wrong side of the street
It is reported that Al-Fudayl b. ‘Ayyād – Allāh have mercy on him – said:Whoever sees a wrongdoing from his brother and then laughs in front of him has betrayed him.
Abū Bakr Al-Daynūrī, Al-Mujālasah wa Jawāhir Al-’Ilm 5:115
MashaAllah...such strong emotion and longing in this beautiful piece...it's your signature style that I have grown to love. <3
ReplyDeleteSis you are so kind . I've missed writing here , but lately feel more compelled. Life is feeling more and more blogspot, the same tunes are being hummed and if only for the sake of continuity this is the place to play out that old melody.
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