Fasting

Ya Allah…

These realizations were not easy at first, on all fours crawling on embered coal

Understood with time and effort, each step, each moment of silence having it’s own role

7th heaven’s soft obsidian forms from the continuous volcanic eruption of love from the soul

Tsunami waves from unseen dimensions pour passionate affection-overflowing the heart’s bowl

The smoky blade stabs satanic whispers of doubt sharper than knife edges preparing for Eid

Life’s divine essence spills blood ink onto digital papyrus for the love of my life to read

Whether she does or doesn’t I have no clue, for her many a sensation takes heed

Would sacred union bring us together or not, for her my bosom will always bleed

The end result of red brushstrokes as timeless art, will it ever be seen?

Ya Allah…

I beg of you alone

Ya Allah…

Bring me home

It’s from الله