Beating heart

Poem

Life slips apart 
looking miles afar
some dreams don’t call anymore,
and some the sleep can’t recall.

They shed their skin on me,
questioning...
if it is growth?

Abrupt faces,
caught white handed 
A reeking voice keeps speaking
of a burden never theirs to carry.

Choices shimmer 
with illusion
the true solution
is not the mind,
but the soul.

The silence and scream
speak together 
begging for the deaf to hear
And holding on to the dead for life.


Death is no conclusion,
only the passage in-between
between this life
and the Hereafter no 
one has seen.

But even that 
The heart no longer feels
Dulled by world's dilusions


And the eyes!
folded shut
unbothered 
They carry the fold,
blinding the heart
still savoring the sweetness
like honey dripping
into the coldness of ice.


This heart 
Is it well? 
Protect it,
before it drags the 
soul into hell.

This heart that 
molds also holds,
the same that
suffocates also consoles.
It torments, it comforts,
it wounds and it heals
still it beats for you,
by the name of your Rabb.

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