I need to write poetry

To enjoy the beauty again

To feel the words

Pass gently, swiftly

Gracefully, graciously

From my fingers onto-

the blank white canvas

So that I could capture with words

what Images can't

Gratitude for blessings,

Passion for my values

Nobility and all that is Good- that Is Khair

The Journey is a beautiful one

So I am not taking pictures with a camera

Let me capture them with words

that come into existence,

seeps through my veins,

becomes a part of me

and accompanies me on this journey- perhaps till it's end

How beautiful is a life spent

in the remembrance of Allah

How beautiful His gifts

that make me wonder-

Is there more?

How wonderful the blessings

that makes me ask

"If dunya is so beautiful, then-

What would Jannah be like?"

Yes there's the tiredness from labour and trials,

but even in them

there is beauty, there is reward

Maybe I need to write poetry

Or maybe-

Maybe, I just need.

You can't

You think you know me, 

You don't

You think you see me,

You are blind

You think you have heard my story,

You were deaf

You don't know, the depths of the fabrics

Woven inside me

The intricate complexities

Of my being

The nuanced textures

Of my mind

So don't assume

You've got me all figured out

Don't put me inside a neat box that fits 

And label it using your labelmaker

The world's borders are manmade. 

So don't draw a neat line around me. 

I'm not created by a Man,

I was created by The All Knowing, The Wise

So Don't put limits on me

That He hasn't

Not everything, needs to go somewhere

Sometimes 

Things can soar the heavens,

Without needing to land anywhere,

But ascend and reach the highest

Heaven

And there will meet

By His permission

All those you thought

Lived in boxes made by you

All those without

an anchor

Weighing them down

to this

Temporary world

By His permission

By His permission.