Saturday, July 30, 2005
Not Without Passion
On July 13th
I peered at a blank page,
frightened at what would happen after it was filled.
What comes next? Blank that I can't quite feel.
A blank page is like my soul: empty
until filled by random thoughts
that define and categorize.
Signs missed. Miracles experienced
during the short duration of this life.
Rock bottom, to freed mind.
Transitions, not the glasses.
I can sew, but cannot thread
these words into a coherent piece
of writing.
Insults and anger will not suffice
to keep me off track.
I have a purpose in this life.
Only He knows it.
Apostrophe now:
Show me.
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11 comments:
I like this - a lot.
I wish we were closer friends.
salaam :)
cool poem once again (y) like this a lot too mashallah :)
hope ur ok :)
Sara,
one thing remains simple and constant. You. The one who broke my fall.
I love you.
Not many people have told me that.
I appreciate our friendship (and always will), as distant and slow as it gets. It's the truest thing I know.
Awww....
Sara would not those 3 words sound kewler if it came from a guy?! :D
Assalaamu Alaikum :D
just brilliant, ya!
haha
Here's the truth: This poem reveals that, spiritually, I've still got millions of miles to go!
I'd really love to know what state of mind you were in when you penned it... the subject matter is simple but for a brain as twisted as mine, it'll take some time for me to comprehend it fully.
Keep writing, please!
P.S.: Why 13th July?
salaam :D liking the apple profile pic :D
Dodo, the words are still special, coming from either a guy or girl. But, they wouldn't mean as much from a guy to me if I didn't feel the same.
Also, do you know who I am?
What is your blog address?
SRC, that was brilliant, simply awesome mashallah
i'm joining my college mag this year, can i ask you for help of i need to? O:-)
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