it's the shine

Sometimes the sun doesn't always shine our way,
Nor does the rainbow always comes to sight.
At times, the rain falls too heavily,
It drowns us in.
So all we could do is swim our way out,
And weather the hurricanes or storm.
'Cause sometimes we're in it alone.

sketched on a polaroid

I'm tired of running,
Because my feet can't take me anywhere further.

I'm tired of crawling,
Because my knees, they hurt.

I'm tired of swimming,
I just keep on drowning.

I'm tired of flying,
I need to get my feet back on the ground.

I'm tired of waltzing,
I don't seem to move by the beat.

I just want to stand still,
Move nowhere,
And just be nowhere else,
But here.
And not there,
Definitely.

the final straw

the final straw,
the final straw that broke the camel's back.
the final straw that,
either made you move forward,
or stop.
that one last thing that was the turning point.
that made your visions change.

no light.

Often we walk for miles,

We keep walking wherever our feet would bring us,

But we wouldn't know where to stop.

Thus we keep the walk,

As far as it goes,

Until we see no more light in the sky.

beautiful things.

Someone to tell you that it's okay,
No matter how crappy things get.
Someone to make you smile,
On your gloomy days.
Someone to give you a grip,
When you fall.
A shoulder to cry on,
The sunshine ; a rainbow.
Wouldn't it be loverly?

eternal love

who would ever love me as much,
care for me as much,
and sacrifice for me as much,
like my mum and dad.
brings me to tears to think of all the things that they've done for me,
without ever asking for anything in return
just wanting nothing but the best for me.
no words could ever describe how grateful i am to have them.

for all the wrong that i've ever done.
deepest apology from the bottom of my heart,
mum and dad.
may Allah bless you always..

thank you.

much love,
n.

where do we go from here?

Where do we go from here?
When all the sunshine has lost its rays

Where do we go from here?
When all the rainbow has lost its vibrant colours

Where do we go from here?
When the birds refuse to fly south

Where do we go from here?
When we go afar,
But it just leads us to,
Nowhere...

Where do we go from here?

dead-end.

doors, sealed with silver locks.
routes, blocked with amber signs.
paths, zig-zagged amidst the valleys and hills.
journey, stopped within a halt.
where else would you go?
home, just drive me there.