this is me attempting to make sense of it all. this is me trying.
Unappreciated and misunderstood,
Together, they stood.
Under hatred and oppression,they fought for their rights
Let down and distraught
Still they fought to be taught.
Women of the world,
Caught up with the war,
We fight, we live, we win
And we soar.
Women united,
We sing a song of silence.
On the road of glory,
We’re never divided.
Prove them wrong,
Show them your worth.
Against all odds, step on forth.
** I wrote this back on international women’s day.**
I wish I could camouflage my love for you. I wish I knew how to hide. I wish I were strong enough to deny these feelings, they’re taking over me.
Hit me like a storm, will you? Just like you’ve always done ever since I’ve set eyes on you. I’d never shy away, I’d never run away. I’d face your strong winds with my love for you, just like I’ve always done.
I can’t camouflage my love, not really. You still take my breath away with every move you make. Everyone notices the quiet stares and the fleeting glimpses. Yet here I am, pondering about you while you’re oblivious to everything.
I can’t camouflage my love, but you’re still blinded by hers, honey. That’s why I wish I were able of hiding away; I could’ve fooled myself with the illusion of hope, a hope for your love.
This is to the girl at the back of my class, who shares my horoscope sign and tends to make you laugh at random times. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, she has helluva of a good taste in music.
“She wore that pendant around her neck from that day on. I wondered what was carved on that necklace each time I passed by her, and I thought about how a small piece of gold could mean the world to someone. I admired her for wearing it so proudly and unapologetically. When asked about it though, she would simply answer: “My Mum gave it to me” while nervous laughter filled her atmosphere.
That’s not the only thing about her, she’s also shamelessly brave.She the type that tend to stand up for herself as well as others. Perhaps that’s what captivated me, a courageous soul that seemed a lot older than her 16 years of living. In a way, she reminded me of my Grandma; always smiling somehow with her eyes glowing wide and bright. She even likes the same music as my Grandma! Well, not all but almost. She’s the kind of spirit you never want to slip away from your life, the kind that’s fierce yet forgiving. In fact, she’s the most free spirit you’ll ever get the chance to meet.”
Originally written on 28/12/2016.
They always talk of love and its wonders,however, I’ve never truly understood them. How could someone forget everything and everyone for this one person who might not even want you back? I see them each and every time, sneaking glances at each other and each oblivious to the soft smiles and fluttering glimpses. But I’m aware, very deeply so.
I think that’s my problem though, I observe others love too much to notice it for myself. I see the first stages of those glances and all the way through, till they’re full on gawking in each other’s face. It’s rather ridiculous really, the way a person only sees the one he/she loves whenever they’re around, or the way they can’t stop thinking about them. It’s almost as if they’re in a world that only revolves around that person.
Sometimes I’m glad I never understood those “Wonders”, but sometimes I really wish I would.
Don’t you dare say you’re alone. Don’t you dare say you’re worthless. Don’t you dare say you’re nothing; ’cause you’re my everything, you fool!
Don’t you dare leave me and go. And don’t you dare think of the easy way out, even when the whole world shuts its doors to your face.
I can’t fathom a day without you. The skies would turn grey and ugly while you’re gone, and the sun would keep on hiding behind its pillow of clouds. Leaves would keep on falling, just like my tears.
So let my take away this black cloud that’s hanging over you, let me turn it into rainbows and butterflies. I could take away your sorrows and give you all that I’ve got. I could stick back all your broken pieces. I would, as they say, swim oceans for you, darling. I’d hold you in my arms until your snores filled our room. I’d hold your hand anytime you want to, kiss you whenever you felt like it. I would never treat you the way you treat yourself. I’ll try to make you feel happy, just as much as you make me.
Just offer me a chance to give you what you deserve, what you need. So again love, don’t you dare leave too soon.
“When the rain is blowing in your face and the whole world is on your case, I could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love.” – Bob Dylan.
Life is beautiful but you don’t have a clue. You’re too caught up with your own misery to realize what you’re passing through. You’re wondering how you’ve scooped so low when you could be so high up. You’re so dazed by everybody’s nothings to appreciate your everything.
I know you’re thinking how naive I must be to write this. But here’s what I’ll tell you, I’m not naive or kidding you. Life is beautiful, even if you don’t know it yet. It’s beauty lies everywhere; in the sun as it breaks through the darkness of the night and in the way it tries to help it’s moon shine. It’s beauty lies in blue skies that cry as much as you do, yet manages to smile through a rainbow afterwards. It’s beauty lies in the way you lighten up when you see the ones you love or hear your favorite song on the radio.
Life’s beauty lies hidden in it’s most simple and sincere aspects. That’s why you still don’t appreciate it enough, you can’t see it yet. But with all the love I’ve got, I’ll try to make you.
They told me I only had to face missing you, but it’s not just that; it’s the absence, the emptiness and the void that I face, every day. I have to face your bed, your mug and your old jacket. I have to face hearing your favorite song on the radio while going to School. I have to resist watching that old sitcom you liked so much and to just flip the channel if I happen to pass across it on the television. I have to make my own tea now that you’re not around; I just wish you would’ve told me how you made it so good. I have to listen to them all chatting about their loved ones when I can’t anymore. I have to say ‘he used to’ now, but I don’t want to. I wanna brag about what you used to do, about how I was your little baby girl no matter how tall I’d grown. I wanted to always have our late night talks that lasted till the sun rays sneaked into our window. I wanted to slow dance in your arms to Sinatra’s ‘The way you look tonight’ and feel wonderfully complete. I wanted you to boost my confidence every time I felt like trash. I really did. But you can’t now, can you? You can’t however hard I wanted you to. ‘Cause you’re gone. but the thing is, I never thought you’d leave; that’s what tears my heart apart.
Salma’s Boulevard 