Category Archives: Poetry

Please don’t be Muslim!

Another shooting …

‘Please don’t be Muslim’
the thought echoes in my mind
the man was white
but Muslims in a mosque have died.
For a moment there’s relief
at least people won’t blame hijabs and beards
at least when I walk down the street
I won’t be feared.

But as the thought sinks in
and I go through the news
the shooter wasn’t a terrorist
but an angelic soul who was lost
and didn’t know what to do.
He had a troubled past
and more excuses will be thrown
Muslims are an issue
let’s finish this problem
by using guns and drones.

I hate myself for thanking God
that the shooter wasn’t someone of my kind
but why should it matter who killed
because at the end innocent people have died.

As a Muslim, I’m not only a danger
but now I’m in danger as well
why fear the universe
when the world has become a living hell?

Because of a few
we all have to pay a price
if I could take off my skin and my ethnicity
I promise I wouldn’t think twice.

Maybe if I was a few shades lighter
or maybe if I altered the way I dress
the world would be accepting
and I wouldn’t be oppressed.

At first, I was scared of walking down the street
because I was afraid people would blame me for the bloodshed
now I’m terrified someone would come
and shoot me because of this thing I’m wearing on my head

We’ve closed our borders
our hearts and now our eyes
we’re offended by brand names
by celebrities
but not when someone dies.

Those people in that mosque
in that school
in that church
in that club
in that train
in that state
they all died because of someone else’s hate.

I’m not disappointed
none of us are
we’ve become immune to all this fuss
in a few days
we’ll forget everything that’s happening around us.

We’ll morn for a few days
and we’ll walk and crowd the streets
Then after a few months
we’ll watch this vicious cycle repeat.

But why should it matter if someone is
Hindu,
Sikh,
Christian,
Buddhist,
Muslim
or Jew
why can’t we just exist
without dividing the world
between me and you

‘We need stricter gun laws
regulations
marches
and prayers to solve this issue.
but maybe….
a little Humanity would do the job too.

Why you and why not me?

Why you and why not me?
Why?

Because you have Eden
flowing from the tips of your fingers
and I have nothing but despair.

You have the stars lightening your way
in a galaxy breeding with night
and I have nothing but darkness.

You have flowers blooming
from all your wounds
and I have nothing but bundles of pain.

You have showers of love
dripping on you from above
and I am aching for a salve.

You have a beautiful journey
with roads sprinkled in roses
and I have pathways littered with thorns.

You have everything
and I have nothing

Why?
Why you and why not me?

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Poetry book out ‘Curing my Venom

But I am not God!

But I am not God!

I know, but you can be the answer
to someone else’s call
you can be the net
to someone else’s fall.

You can be the shade
to someone else’s rain
and you can be the salve
to someone else’s pain.

You don’t need to be a superhero
to wipe away a tear
you can be the courage
to someone else’s fear.

Look my love
in a world where you can be anything
I ask you to be strong
put down your ego
and for once be the melody
to someone else’s song.

I know you don’t have powers
but you must save yourself too
because only then will you help
someone else get through
you don’t need to be powerful
to help another soul
but if you can
then I ask you to be someone else’s cure.

Be kind, my love
Poetry book coming soon…
‘Curing My Venom’

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Insecurities…

You feel insecure
I can see it in your eyes
you look into the mirror
and you ask yourself why?

You don’t see a beauty
but a monster wearing a veil
hiding behind curtains
because you’re too afraid to fail

You don’t see your victories
or all those battles you’ve won
but you see that little flaw
and you say you’re done

You’ve hidden your smiles
beneath your frowns and complains
you touch the mirror
but then you jolt away

You want to be loved
so you look for comfort in someone else
how could anyone fall in love with you
when you don’t love yourself

You’re comparing your road and journey
to those people you see on tv
why don’t you look at your own path
because change always begins with ‘me’

You only see tears rolling down your cheeks
to the point that you’ve forgotten how to smile
you see those fit models
with their perfect skin and extravagant life styles

You feel useless
you use pen names, so you could hide
love you don’t have to look pretty
for your soul to shine

I know the person in the mirror
isn’t exactly what you wanted to be
so you close your eyes
and you pretend not to see

You’re so scared of losing
and taking the wrong step
you leave the battle field
and then you hide in regret

You scream and shout
and then you start to argue
you become the oppressor
to the person staring back at you

Your heart is aching
because you don’t know what to do
making a choice is hard
I know, I’ve been there too

But now,
I need you to look into the mirror
and open your eyes
say ‘fuck it all
it’s my turn to rise.’

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Don’t fall in love with me…

Don’t carve my name in your heart
I will yank it out of your chest
and squeeze it until it explodes
I will step on it until it stops beating
I will wreck you in such a beautiful way
that willingly you’ll kiss death on the lips.

I am not evil or vile
I’m just scared
because a part of me
will reside in you.

I’m terrified of giving
what I can’t take back
so, I’ll tug it out of you
I’ll cut you open
and take back what belongs to me
even if that means that I’ll destroy you.

I want to save myself
from what I’m putting you through.

I don’t know how to take care
of something so delicate
so fragile
so beautiful
so, I’ll tear it out even before it can bloom
I’ll pop it in my mouth
and gulp it down.

I’ll rip it into a thousand tiny pieces
so, it could cease to exist.

I will clench my jaw
and hold in my tears
but I will hurt you
I will take a knife
and stab you in your chest.

This is just how I am
a ruptured soul
with a wrenched heart
a monster
wearing a veil of hope
a demon
disguised as an angel

I want you to live
so, I beg you to turn your back
this light you see in me
will burn you
this ocean caged in my bosom
will burst
and you will drown in an endless sea

You won’t understand
but happiness scares me
because it comes
with the fear of emptiness
despair comes drenched in hope

I care about you
so, I’ll lock myself
I think I’ve gone astray
I’ll hurt the both of us
So maybe you should just stay away

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