Little pieces of mine"

Simple poems of my own Feel free to correct it if it had any mistakes Don't forget to comment, vote & share

Just ... A Bottle of Ink

The words of the unwritten story Lay scattered across blank pages, Waiting to be picked up and chosen And pen the unwritten ages. But the pen pauses above the void, Hovering undecided in the air, Failing to choose of the swirling words And paint the childhood lair.

Rebellions and Reflections

Funny, how Things are only worth crying over When they're written down in pretty words, In a flurry Of posh phrases and metaphors. Copyright © 2017 Haala Marikar

Conscience

When guilt weighs on your conscience like a thousand tonne brick, and you feel trapped within your own body, remember Allah is there for you in his ever-enveloping mercy. Therefore turn to him, before it's too late. _______________________________________________________________________ The Messenger of Allah (salAll...