#skilled ink

[shaeiralalam]

“Ya Rabb,

let my grief reach you,

not like that of a widow’s

but that like hopes of a bride.”

- Excerpt from Prayers by Thamanna Razak

[wearthedimensionsthatcollide]

Follow

Your

Heart,

Speak

The

Truth,

Come

Home

Now,

Let’s

Rest

And bloom.

[wildflowerwalls]

Some days I wake up with a poem on my tongue. It is about the dream I had about people who haven't thought of me in a while.  See, I know love has always been the excuse or the reason. And people will use it either way it suits. I wear my ghosts like a sweater that never grows small. I can still hear their words echoing through my head but what do I do with their apology? My mother tells me this- I don't know where you've lost your happiness. She says this can't be all that there is to you.

The one where I feel like a human shell and my mum can’t figure it out.

[thingsthatcometomind]

My Search in Your Eyes

I search your eyes For hints of love But nothing, nothing reveals Care, consideration, selflessness I search your eyes For something that was never there You say you're sorry But you never do anything about it I keep trying and trying— Was it all worth it? - Things That Comes to Mind (June 10, 2017)

[aikatxt]

time has never been fluid. it jumps and and goes back and forth. history classes go from 6000 bce to 600 ce and theres no middle humans watch each second tick by but look back to see years that piled up without their knowledge

the sun keeps burning, going across the sky the moon still shines and cast shadows on the planet and humans keep waking up to see glowing alarm clocks and calendars

we keep such careful track of time but can never have it flow in a straight line it’s tuesday and you’re 7 it’s wednesday and you’re 17

you don’t know what happened you feel the same but your reflection has changed time laughs as it skips by and all you can do is watch helplessly

[shaeiralalam]

I cried for seven nights

after you left. In a holy

book, I would have

come out as a prophet after

the eighth. But I’m only a

woman in love. I came out

weary, unloved,

puffy eyed and nobody

believed in me.

- a prophet in the making , by Thamanna Razak

[shaeiralalam]

My good heart broke

in your good hands.

And I forgive you

for leaving it

behind, where it

could come together

without your hands

bleeding into it.

I forgive you for

leaving it where

it belongs, under the

lamp of our

memories. I forgive

you for leaving and

for taking your hands

with you. For my childish

heart would betray

itself in the warmth

of your hands, my love.

It would stay broken

for all of eternity to

be in the cusp of

what broke it.

- My Heart is a Betrayer by Thamanna Razak

[shaeiralalam]

the revolution came, the rulers ran and came back with tanks. people changed they grew different and then indifferent to blood and to love but I, only remember the war in the reflection I saw of myself in a bloody water bowl as I dressed your wounds and then you count the number of our dead men on the streets and I kiss your lips for it to stop and you say habibti, your love isn't going to stop the war, and I say but what if it did.

Lovers in Mosul by Thamanna Razak