I know when you are here I can feel the sand .I like to extend my hand and touch what I cannot feel .I love to love and that is how I live ....but I dont know if its just enough or it will spill. The magic is weaved by Gods hands then why am I scared ..why do I fear ....what do I fear ..why am I being the enemy of me ... why do I cry with joy ....why do I relish pain ....pain is so intrinsic now it feels like a second body .... happiness is elusive... but that is all I crave for... long for... live for ...if you look closely it is in reality, my body ....I deserve it ... I need it ....I think I deserve me at the very least ....you are me and I am you ....that is the only fact which is true ..you complete me more than I ..so dont go away.... dont leave my hand ......let me see the world ....let me step into the beauty ..... is this what they call bliss....oh my heaven dont go away .....cannot breath without you......... even though life does go on .
Insha Allah .
