I walked out feeling depressed,
As if it was all for nothing,
It was not as I intended,
Yet the result was rather startling.
Amidst the busy city I walked,
Rethinking; 'What could have gone wrong?'
This feeling of disdain has been unlocked,
But suddenly realisation hits me like a song.
Over there is a man who can barely walk,
But confidence glinted from his eyes,
With his thumb struck forward and outward,
His spirit was high for he was a champion.
Further down was a man on a wheelchair,
He would be running hadn't he a pair of legs,
But he wheeled down the road smiling,
Had the adrenaline rushing over his determination.
Reaching home,
An old lady sat on a curb,
A tissue in exchange for a bite of food,
Smiling regardless of the little attention she receives.
I find that life is not a melody,
Where you hum the tunes and it comes out sound,
For when you're down there are others worst,
So trust God alongside your every effort.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
Tuesday, 25 February 2014
The Heart of a Dreamer
I woke up, "It's that dream again",
I was confused, I'm sure I'm not a saint,
It was them, appearing in my dreams,
My loved ones, they're leaving me and I can't scream.
I have a gramp, and we are not that close,
but since I went to Egypt, he asked me to keep him posted,
I did, I contacted him through the phone,
have a little chit chat, with a dash of moan,
sometimes he would cough blood,
things are getting serious and we can only pray to God,
that one day He would end all this sufferings,
which He did, and that left all of us crying.
My gramp, he died of heart attack,
and his last words was "where are you Iman? I wanna see ya",
I was stuck in the plane, tryin to reach home,
so deeply sunken all colours turn to monochrome.
I wish I could go back, and spend more time with him,
maybe like, playing cards, go fishing or catch some shrimps,
but no, I was a rebellious teenager,
acting frosty, assuming family is just gonna stop ya,
I was wrong, my dad never taught me that way,
"Family comes first, then you can continue your day",
and now, when I'm all grown up, I try to make things okay,
just so that I won't repeat the mistakes of yesterday.
Here you go, a little part of my life, the one to remember,
Love your family, never let yourself to be a traitor,
and of course, I have a lot of other dark stories kept in my hive,
Now don't let me get started with my misfired love life.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
I was confused, I'm sure I'm not a saint,
It was them, appearing in my dreams,
My loved ones, they're leaving me and I can't scream.
I have a gramp, and we are not that close,
but since I went to Egypt, he asked me to keep him posted,
I did, I contacted him through the phone,
have a little chit chat, with a dash of moan,
sometimes he would cough blood,
things are getting serious and we can only pray to God,
that one day He would end all this sufferings,
which He did, and that left all of us crying.
My gramp, he died of heart attack,
and his last words was "where are you Iman? I wanna see ya",
I was stuck in the plane, tryin to reach home,
so deeply sunken all colours turn to monochrome.
I wish I could go back, and spend more time with him,
maybe like, playing cards, go fishing or catch some shrimps,
but no, I was a rebellious teenager,
acting frosty, assuming family is just gonna stop ya,
I was wrong, my dad never taught me that way,
"Family comes first, then you can continue your day",
and now, when I'm all grown up, I try to make things okay,
just so that I won't repeat the mistakes of yesterday.
Here you go, a little part of my life, the one to remember,
Love your family, never let yourself to be a traitor,
and of course, I have a lot of other dark stories kept in my hive,
Now don't let me get started with my misfired love life.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
Love: A polysemy
Love? Come along and listen to my perception
Plants are shaped by cultivation
And men are shaped by education
I shall show you the ways of deep affection
A land, where all seem to be right
With no limits and boundaries outright
Where the wind is directed from the right
With sounds that hum a tune of delight
And sun seen in the darkness of the night
A bond, which we do not see
One that need not to be seen
A bond, which we do not understand
One that need not to be understood
A possession, that is not all about possession
But also sacrificing for someone else’s satisfaction
One that open up your eyes, which makes you blind
And make you see beauty in full trend
A warm light that weakens your soul
That flies up your heart and tear you apart.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
Plants are shaped by cultivation
And men are shaped by education
I shall show you the ways of deep affection
A land, where all seem to be right
With no limits and boundaries outright
Where the wind is directed from the right
With sounds that hum a tune of delight
And sun seen in the darkness of the night
A bond, which we do not see
One that need not to be seen
A bond, which we do not understand
One that need not to be understood
A possession, that is not all about possession
But also sacrificing for someone else’s satisfaction
One that open up your eyes, which makes you blind
And make you see beauty in full trend
A warm light that weakens your soul
That flies up your heart and tear you apart.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
In Love, Deeply
-------> Something that I wrote nearly 4 years back when I was still a bit immature.
When everyone is having a lovey crush,
I just watch them letting their hearts crushed,
I know, it is nothing but lust,
When it fades, it turns out to be dust.
It is not that I don't believe in love,
I'd live my whole life just for love,
I was made out of love,
I want to die with my love.
It seems the love at this era of time,
The love that they claim to be one of a kind,
Is a love that is not truly divine,
I'll definitely wont make this kind of love mine.
If love is truly blind,
At times, it makes you out of your mind,
How can a heart that is delicately fine,
Can't figure out between junks and dime?
Where could true love be?
I see all of them is after the money,
They cheat, they steal, they kill,
Oh my, such an eyesore scenery.
Dear Allah, if you can hear me,
Protect my soul from hypocrisy,
Please take care of my dearest family,
Let you peaceful love overpowers me.
If one day, if it's meant to be,
That i'll be having my own family,
Please choose for me a loyal and kind hubby,
Who not only falls for my eyes deeply,
But he, who gives his heart and soul purely,
To You, O Allah, the One with mercy.
We will build our life with love and serenity,
To bring up our children happily,
To teach them honesty and sincerity,
Give them education and halal food that is healthy,
For home is the beginning of all charity.
What is more important, is to teach them love,
A love that will last eternally,
A pure sincere love to the prophet & you, O Allah,
Just like what my parents had taught me.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
When everyone is having a lovey crush,
I just watch them letting their hearts crushed,
I know, it is nothing but lust,
When it fades, it turns out to be dust.
It is not that I don't believe in love,
I'd live my whole life just for love,
I was made out of love,
I want to die with my love.
It seems the love at this era of time,
The love that they claim to be one of a kind,
Is a love that is not truly divine,
I'll definitely wont make this kind of love mine.
If love is truly blind,
At times, it makes you out of your mind,
How can a heart that is delicately fine,
Can't figure out between junks and dime?
Where could true love be?
I see all of them is after the money,
They cheat, they steal, they kill,
Oh my, such an eyesore scenery.
Dear Allah, if you can hear me,
Protect my soul from hypocrisy,
Please take care of my dearest family,
Let you peaceful love overpowers me.
If one day, if it's meant to be,
That i'll be having my own family,
Please choose for me a loyal and kind hubby,
Who not only falls for my eyes deeply,
But he, who gives his heart and soul purely,
To You, O Allah, the One with mercy.
We will build our life with love and serenity,
To bring up our children happily,
To teach them honesty and sincerity,
Give them education and halal food that is healthy,
For home is the beginning of all charity.
What is more important, is to teach them love,
A love that will last eternally,
A pure sincere love to the prophet & you, O Allah,
Just like what my parents had taught me.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
Ginger's Love
It's warming when the winter is cold,
Not to mention quenching when the sun plays its role,
It's weird seeing how simple people define it,
Cuz as far as I remember it's more complex than a gasket.
Is it just sex? That's misguided conception,
"Ohh it's a boy!" That's misfired contraception,
Listen, love isn't just physical nor verbal,
It is what everyone feels even if they're freckled.
Love is a commitment, a responsibility,
It isn't called 'love', if all you want is to be free,
It's about striving throughout the day and night,
Just to make sure that we're going to hold the strings tight.
To love is to trust,
but once it's shattered, everything's turning into dust,
You see, I hope I can understand what love is,
but all I got is just exchanging insults and fists,
They say, I don't deserve to be loved,
so screw it, if you need me, I'll be in my turf.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
Not to mention quenching when the sun plays its role,
It's weird seeing how simple people define it,
Cuz as far as I remember it's more complex than a gasket.
Is it just sex? That's misguided conception,
"Ohh it's a boy!" That's misfired contraception,
Listen, love isn't just physical nor verbal,
It is what everyone feels even if they're freckled.
Love is a commitment, a responsibility,
It isn't called 'love', if all you want is to be free,
It's about striving throughout the day and night,
Just to make sure that we're going to hold the strings tight.
To love is to trust,
but once it's shattered, everything's turning into dust,
You see, I hope I can understand what love is,
but all I got is just exchanging insults and fists,
They say, I don't deserve to be loved,
so screw it, if you need me, I'll be in my turf.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
The Question of Love
What is love?
Who is love?
When is love?
Where is love?
How is love?
Love, is the one that will stay with you in the light,
or the darkness of the night.
Love will choose to stay,
when all others go astray.
Love, is kindness of a perfect stranger,
when you are in danger.
Love, are the hands that hold you together
when you're about to fall apart.
Love is blind, but it allows you to see.
The reality, of you and me.
Love, transcends through space and time.
Love makes you believe,
In everything you could achieve.
Love heals,
But it also kills.
Love,
just is.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
Who is love?
When is love?
Where is love?
How is love?
Love, is the one that will stay with you in the light,
or the darkness of the night.
Love will choose to stay,
when all others go astray.
Love, is kindness of a perfect stranger,
when you are in danger.
Love, are the hands that hold you together
when you're about to fall apart.
Love is blind, but it allows you to see.
The reality, of you and me.
Love, transcends through space and time.
Love makes you believe,
In everything you could achieve.
Love heals,
But it also kills.
Love,
just is.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
What do you means by L-O-V-E??
L-O-V-E
Love is something you can not touch nor seen,
But the good thing is, it can be feel.
For someone on some time who might be stay,
When all the things becoming sway.
For all the things that you can see,
It just can not be fled with free,
Without the meaning of this L-O-V-E.
It gives so much pain,
But in the end it gives us strength.
It is mouth-less,
But the language it talks is various.
It sometimes took possession and obsession,
Beware of the one or ones you put on that position.
There is no right or wrong in this such thing,
All you need is an alignment that make it keep in tracking.
To the love of The Lord is everything,
May we get it true just for the sake of self completing.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
Love is something you can not touch nor seen,
But the good thing is, it can be feel.
For someone on some time who might be stay,
When all the things becoming sway.
For all the things that you can see,
It just can not be fled with free,
Without the meaning of this L-O-V-E.
It gives so much pain,
But in the end it gives us strength.
It is mouth-less,
But the language it talks is various.
It sometimes took possession and obsession,
Beware of the one or ones you put on that position.
There is no right or wrong in this such thing,
All you need is an alignment that make it keep in tracking.
To the love of The Lord is everything,
May we get it true just for the sake of self completing.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
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