Maybe if dug deep enough, all the pointless emotions I could strum.
To be another would be a loss; to have flown away would be a defeat,
To oneself would be the greatest triumph without having to fleet.
Some suffer from others fire and some, very few, die ever so slowly within,
An uncontrollable monster under the skin.
But what’s the use in trying to fight against it and win?
They all mock, hate, ridicule and jeer.
Ashamed and embarrassed, you tell me to remain silent so harshly,
And it’s you I always fear.
Will I always be a failure in your eyes?
Just when I was about to open my wings that I thought were slowly growing,
You cut them off with your words.
There is no success for someone like me, except to quietly die away from all.
Yes I self pity, I’m pathetic I know, you say it everyday, so openly, so bold.
Sometimes it’s not just Allah that you can always turn to,
Sometimes it takes another hand to hold.
Maybe if I told you a bit more it would help, maybe if I just remain silent the way you say and stop irritating you I might see more clearly.
Why is it you can say whatever you want to me, with every harsh word in your dictionary,
and criticise and scorn everything about me?
Yet when I try very humbly to give you a little advice,
You shun me and tell me to think not once, but thrice.
When will the heart speak and not the tongue?
I want it to speak today, from this hand and ink, these songs I write, that always go unsung.
“Except those who repent and do righteous deeds, and openly declare
(The truth which they concealed)”
I can’t say it though; these nerves get the better of me,
Like paper on fire, my throat catches a flame of shame and shyness, and takes away my speaking ability.
A gently flowing spring that is sealed.
You always say so much, but you have so little to say,
and use so many eloquent lines and phrases.
Hypocrites, like a donkey carrying tons of heavy books on his back,
the ego and pride is what he always chases...

Salsabeel | The Wanderer

Peace & respect ★