It is only known to me what lies deep within

A Reckoning

It was strange the way we spoke. The silence from before had disappeared and in its place had left behind an unholy hold, as though stroked by demons themselves into a terrifying obscurity from both sides to one, then none. Another scene. Another lie. A loosening grip on garbled thoughts, alone in the display through times, I watch and recoil from the earth filling the grave and look upon with hollowed laws of the blind. Dust settles upon each sunken root, their eyes askew, a view searing deep to the soul. A soul stretched out to the sky, twisting away from the grabbing hold of deepened sores, raw, unconfined and bold.

Maybe it was the night air upon my skin that sent the shivers far beyond each breathing layer of mind. It was that same touch that I felt, a shadow of emptied past. The same remembered fear which guides our whispers, direct in their cry and punctuated by each repeated fall.

It's frightening to realise how thin the line is drawn as we slip into states beyond that of which we can never know..

To Foretell Behind

I wake.

Unaware
Lurching
And reaching

A broken wait
Sifts through layers
Of an unending maze
Leaving behind
The forgotten remains
Lost to the fury of flight

Whilst ghosted hands find ravaged flesh
Of dreams undone
And loosened states
As the conscience barely wakes
From lidded eyes
Deep in a trance
Where shrouded emotion
Is lost to burning spines
Of bending moans
And cries divine
Until finally at rest
The heat settles again

Awake.

A future note to me..

Rediscovering our childhood through the innocent words of a child, my friend and I read through her diary, amazed at the world we could see through a perspective that appreciated the small and simple things in life. We rediscovered an outlook of the young where great importance is attributed to things only valuable to those still fresh in thought.

Reading through a collection of childrens' ideas, free and uninhibited, brought together from various ages and backgrounds, an idea formed and cemented that my future children (inshallah) will have their own book, a journal of their life. Their expressions and the words they use, the ideas they have and the things they hold dear to them, I want it all recorded, stored, and frequently sought, a refuge they adore, and a communication for them to learn. It shall be theirs to love, a memoir from an early age, and always their own additions through time.

By providing them with such a place, I hope that they will learn and appreciate more than what snapshots and videos may show them in later life of the days gone by. It will be an interesting read..

Lost and Found

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Engraved in wood
Within the lines of age
As the craft from birth
Takes attempt at rage
And through furnished thoughts
Guided by hardened palms
Rubbed raw, rubbed fresh
Do the grains learn calm
And as the roughened edges
Give rise to rooted soil
Each withering spark
Stands in feisty recoil
And in humble recognition
Of the outgrowth in time
The fire quenches all tinder
In resonance to fueled climb

And brought forth from the ash

In a yield of loosened earth

Followed are the lines

That trace from first birth

True in Colour

Whether it is being bombarded by media, or moaned at by teenage girls, there is no escaping the obsession that people have with superficial beauty. Beauty itself is a subjective term, but is extensively used in relation to the aesthetics and the fleeting pleasures that we often perceive.

To forget the immediate associations that we hold of the word, and to truly delight our senses, we must learn to see what our eyes cannot seek and to go into the world blind, any sight a blessing, and all experiences divine.

Submerge yourself in to a simple and innocent love where the winds ghosted trail, rains padded feet and the warmth of the touch of skin on skin softens your lips into a smile.

In doing so, we find the allure in the depth of character and the elegance of sincerity. Suddenly, we find that like the newborn in awe of the wonders it beholds, we gather around and hold dear, those who radiate a genuine and unaffected kindness with no arrogance in their gait and no mischief in their words.

I cannot conjure an image in my mind of any face that I have seen, unless I am remembering a picture from which I can attempt to recreate. I see it as a blessing, for the outside that we see is not what resonates its hold upon me, but it is the beauty within others that I remember and feel.

Perhaps it is time that we teach each other that there is only so much that bought products can do. It is the noor upon our faces and the grace that comes with the truth that is the true beauty that will never fade. It is not a matter of brown or white skin, but that of an enlightening view that it is in Gods gift that we remain, and only through self-realistion through the truth of His words can we shine.

But I guess we all want to be seen as beautiful, outside and in ;)

Henna Nights..

Two words: strangely terrifying..

When we are younger, we only see the glamour of what this night is with the brightly coloured clothes, the dancing and singing and a chance to enjoy a girl's party. But older and more aware, seeing the bride-to-be walk down the stairs, a friend i've known for years, and watching her hands shake at the prospect of the looming day to come when she goes away from everything that she has known her entire life, I have to wipe back the tears and can only begin to comprehend why.

The traditions and customs of the night make me cringe back from all that it is, a pointless exercise, a waste and all so wrong. It seems that for some, in starting a new chapter, it becomes unimportant to enter into it holding firm on to their faith and beliefs. Religion seems to be lost for the night and shame and self-respect are put on hold by friends in order to provide 'entertainment' pieces, leaving some in the audience appalled and with their eyes covered, whilst others will look on and applaud..

Should a compromise be made for the friends who although may not hold the same ideals, are friends nevertheless? When the time comes, lets see what decisions are made..