Home Writers Writing Groups Contests Link | Invite | Help  

Untitled


A Poem by Haleemaaisha
"
A poem that I wrote a long time ago early one morning. I just woke up out of a dream and started writing. Dont ask me what it means I cant remember. Come up with ur own conclusion
"
Untitled
1.I am just a soul
My abilities are
To feel
To love
To be felt
To be loved
But in order for my existence to be
 
2.I must have a home
You know know the one with
Blood
Veins
Flesh
Bones?
...And the heart...
Aahh the heart
My ever loyal Sahabah
Its color more red than tufah
Love more sweet than Zaatar
Texture more soft than halaweyaat
Yet more delicate than flakes of fattirah
Content content
My dwelling is full of contentment
But -- again
 
3.I must have a fence
If it were my choice to choose
Eyes color Almond
Hair color Plum
Skin color Pecan
Lips color Rum
No, He chose for me
Hazel
Black
Pale
Red
This He chose instead
Alaaaahu Akbar!!!!
Now I am complete
Now I am content
Look how my Creator created this!
Now I can rest
No?
But yet again
 
4.Now I must meet my neighbor
Just one
The one to my right or to my right or to my right?
Or the one to my left or to my left or to my left?
I'm exhausted now Ive knocked on every door
But I haven't found a single soul
That mirrors my very own

© 2008 Haleemaaisha
Share Writer Stats
MySpace Bulletin
Share on MySpace
Facebook
Friendster
Orkut
Hi5
Wordsy
 Add to Library
Bookmark Poem
Email to Friends
Link
[more]


Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5





Author's Note
tell me what u think!
My Review
Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register

Featured Review

As-Salaamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh,

How are you today? Insha Allah, you are doing well. I read this poem on muslimspace, yet I keep coming back to it.
I really, really like it. I can identify with what is being said. Having know love once before, I know how precious it can be. But it is like a fire, so beautiful and full of life, yet you must be careful. If you are not, it will burn you.
Everytime I read this I come to the last two lines and I think about an old couple, sitting together on a porch swing. Just sitting. Content to just BE together, no words necessary, because they know the depth of the love that the other feels. Love so deep that if one of them should pass on to the grave, the other will soon follow.
I also get feelings like I am getting a quick glimpse into who you are, yet I don't know if it is an accurate portrait.
I could go on, but I think I have said enough. It was a very good poem and it truly is one of my favorites.
Ma Salaama.

Posted 2 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.





Loading..