Ustadha, “The Door Between Us”

We were galaxies in collision— two stars who knew fire, but not the cost of burning. We said goodbye like architects of our own silence, each believing the other would knock once the dust settled. But time… Time is a clever thief. It steals the courage you once had to say, “I miss you.” Now we move through separate suns, our shadows still touching in places we’ll never admit. I write you in dreams. I fold unsent letters in my chest where your name still echoes like a psalm too sacred to speak aloud. You see, we loved like prophets— but pride is louder than prophecy. And so we linger on the edge of old doorways, palms hovering inches from the handle, but hearts… hearts too haunted to turn it. Not because we don’t care— but because we care too much to bleed again. So we wait. Two ghosts in daylight passing through memories, each hoping the other might be the brave one. HEicH

desert dust

Our opponent has the more uses for nooses,

He is calculated, brutal, ruthless

Yet the people are blind, clueless

Sulaiman said, A draw is a win for Losers,

One must learn to maneuver with the inconspicuousness of a peasant and the mind of a ruler.

Bleed Jewel black

I sit back and bleed black into my journal of verses
It all began in the blackest blackness
She spins my world off its axis
She is either a maiden from paradise,  or a wonderful a wonderful actress.
The way our love burns through the mattress,
Out of the blackness,
Like a phoenix rising from its ashes,
Her soul is a universe,  and a body an Atlas
Just by the snap of her fingers, or the tweek of her eye lashes,
I would cross the seven seas forward and backwards,
She said the future is as far as the past is,
And the present is presented as is,
And the present is Jahs's so you can only present yourself as his.
Be abound in his bliss

Heich