1. My Emptiness
I wait for an ayah.
My eyes,
Cleft-like glass louvres on dusty windows
Close on windy days.
I miss Him.
This God of suns.
His fire,
The pride of the accursed devil,
Sings warmth to an audience of muddy skin.
I call my spine to bend
And I become
What letters are to a poem,
Unwavering shapes dressed in ink and paper,
Waiting to be read
Only
By The Ever Conscious,
The Most Beautiful,
And become a bee
Wrapped and glistened
Inside the nectar of His gaze
I wait for an ayah.
A word.
A sound in the silence.
Each passing moment lives in lips
Yet to part for air.
Oh Allah
Will You speak of
Me?
My emptiness will only break in the song of Your voice.
2. Perfume
God only crushes petals and wings.
His palm,
A distance that dwarfs entire horizons,
Breaks
The flower.
Creases rush in zig zags across the face.
Skin and bone fold
And the body is compelled by fragile compassion
To shatter its form.
I am your poem
The body says.
You speak,
And I bend into the shape of the next letter you say.
I am a word that can only become
After your voice creates me first with thought and then with sound.
In between breaths, I long for you.
There is no minute unworthy of a heartbreaking lament
At how this distance dares keep me away from you.
You are beautiful.
This heart is worthy of your creation.
How can you make something so soft hold
So much
Of what it
Feels
About you?
You crush me
And I declare in joy
My wish
To be among the ranks of flowers that offer you
The strongest perfume
For when you declare my
Death
And bring me closer to you.
3. Entropy
en•tro•py
/ˈɛntrəpi/
entropy, the measure of a system’s thermal energy per unit temperature that is unavailable for doing useful work. Because work is obtained from ordered molecular motion, the amount of entropy is also a measure of the molecular disorder, or randomness, of a system.
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What happened here?
He asked.
The wind raged on,
Sails and dunes turned faceless looks to one direction.
A collision course lay between the now and the tomorrow,
And all we hope to become
Breaks
Before all we have to bear.
Time happened
I say.
There was no one left anymore.
And so everything was left to stand still.
Unattended.
Untouched.
A planet turns
And the heart stayed on its back,
Unable to be seen again.
This is the nature of entropy.
Destruction
Is promised on everything.
4. Fragrance
Open the doors to your mind, little one.
See
beyond your glass heart.
you will observe
an orbit of worlds
locked
in a tidal embrace with the sun,
twirling like pagans
inside a storm of angered gods.
and do not let the night blind you.
every part of the shadow
bends
before both bonfire and stars.
and so this suffering is merely
the Hand
that crushes the flower
to make you a perfume.
