MY DEFINITION OF LOVE.

LOVE. 💗💗💗

LOVE IS VERY STRANGE.

IT COMES LIKE A FLASH

UNEXPECTED

LOVE IS WEIRD

IT COMES WITH NO EYES

CANT SEE THE FACE

IT COMES WITH NO FINGERS

CANT COUNT THE AGE

LOVE IS HURT

IT MAKES HEART TO BE INJURED

BY THE BLADE OF LONGING

LOVE IS PAIN

IT MAKES HEART CRYING OF LONG-WAIT

LOVE IS SCARY

IT MAKES HEART TO ALWAYS IN TEARS

IT MAKES HEART ALWAYS HOPING TO THE CREATOR

A HELP, A STRENGTH, A SHOULDER, A BLESS, A LIGHT, A MIRACLE

IT MAKES HEART ALWAYS SEEKS THE CREATOR

TO ALWAYS BE THERE, TO HEAR, TO UNDERSTAND, TO GRANT THE WISHES AND WHISPERS

THIS IS LOVE, NOT FOR EVERYONE

MAY ONLY FOR ME..

THE LAST HOPE

SURRENDER TO THE CREATOR, HIS BLESSING

ALLAHU AKBAR..💗💗💗💗💗

My heart, my love

2022 / April

 

POEM IS WRITTEN FROM A DEEP HEART

OLD MOM.

A mom,
She is a hidden treasure
Become a very priceless figure for
those who always appreciate her with thank and respect
Become a very gloomy statue for
Those who know her present but without a blink of eyes

A mom,
Back then, she was a very busy carer and giver
She was the best feeder
She was the best free homekeeper
She was the best gardener
She was the best teacher
Even the best maid ever
Indeed, it is not a 'was'
But,
She is the best for everything until
She closes her wrinkle eyes forever

Old Mom,
Sometimes, She cries for nothing
She will not show it to us
Her unstop prayers without our knowing
In contrast,
We always miss to say thank
We always miss to kiss her
We always miss to hold her hand
We always forget every necessary things about her

Old Mom,
Her cries and prayers for us to the heaven
Put your eyes and heart
Before it too late. 



Teacher Yasmine,
2019 / Sept