Parachute

There is this thing you have on your back,
Moments and times you find it troublesome,
Silly thing would take up such space

And would hover over your shoulder.

For when you soar up above the sky,
The thing will come to follow you,
& when you lose sight of the ground,
Fall into the sky of blue....

It is this thing,
Colourful stripe of yellow and red,
That bursts from behind you
Turning your tumultuous landing
To a panoramic floating bliss

That is the parachute,
A lifelong friend
One who invests much faith in you.

*To you, thanks for being my best friend before anything else. You're my parachute. & I, yours. Happy anniversary

Sparks & Wellington

Walk with me on Sparks St.,
Turn left towards Wellington
I'll point you every first memory
I had in this city,
Of every curve I turned.

& the next time I pass by these places on the bus,
I'll photograph every memory we had
Strolling the streets in my head,
Yearning for the day to come again

It took you having to drive away,
To make me realize,
How crazily I will be missing you.

One of the weirdest moments ever.
I guess I am so used to being the one having to leave town
That it never occurred to me that you'd be the one driving away.

I guess this must be how you've felt,
Every time we say goodbye and I board the bus;
Empty and quiet.

Someday,
We won't have to say goodbye so often.
=) InsyaAllah

Imagine simplicity

In wide open landscape of greens
And the rocky mountain, behind me.
A river all around,
With a waterfall before me.

Where in the spring, the daisies will bloom where we picnic
& the sound of the falls, defrosting from what was left of winter,
Will interrupt our whispers,
To sing wonderful a melody

In the summer, we'll kayak
While you share me your thoughts and dreams
I, in my hay straw hat
You, in your black striped shirt

In the fall, we'll never have to rake the leaves,
For the wind will blow,
That we'll jump and lie on the orange pile,
Laughing like when we first met.

And every winter,
We'll sit by the fireplace,
And watch the snowy hills reminiscing,
The memory of us skiing down the valleys.

Build me my dream home there.

Emotional politics is nurturing the dogmatic mind that is not aware that they are dogmatic. Because they react with their emotions....emotions when not controlled under pressure of populism could nurture dogmatic minds. -Tariq Ramadan

Of Beauty & Vanity

Vanity is like an empty purple envelope.
It is pretentious,
Colourfully addressed on the outside,
& seeking acknowledgments along its path.
Merely evading such privacy, with such bulk nothingness
In one's life.

Beauty is like the an empty space.

It is invisible, but it exists.
Often searched, when already present
Discovered by the intrinsic eyes
So often yearned but never conceived,
For such 'emptiness' is truly a scatter
Of immeasurable entity

Tomorrow;

That I will be strong, despite rejection.
That I accept fate, as a destiny of future ends.
That I be humble by every circumstances that happen to me.
That I continue to move ahead, with whatever that lies before me.

To be hopeful is a sign of strength,

But to expect beyond the reasonable is gluttony.
So I just sit here, and hope and pray,
For whatever happens, is inevitable,
Of what is willed to be.

:) Wish me luck tomorrow, and pray for me.
I hope I get accepted, InshaAllah.