There you go my prince,
I'd built you a castle with my every ounce.
I want to built a home with you in this world and hereafter,
enter the door of Jannah with keys in our hands together.
we hold hands almost everyday now,
but this time seemed spiritual somehow.
In every Waqt,I perform my Salat all alone,
you joined in Fazr,this dawn.
After Munajat,I looked on my right,
felt your eyes on me,
and almost unintentionally,
my eyes got tight.
Your stare caught me like a beast.
Filled with completeness,shocked and hard to resist.
Before I could help it,a tear shed down my cheek.
I remember how I wished with you I could click.
Its a long 9 years that we've walked up to here,
suddenly now your face looked a lot more familiar,
all those insecurities,fears are lost into a fair new forever.
that look was more handsome than it did on day 1,
back then,on my own in Tahajjud,I believed I can.
Asked the Master of all miracles,in this fast competitive world,as I ran,
I had faith when I prayed alone,I'd be with you,
we will pray together someday,not soon,but I somewhat knew.
Now that we do,in the field of Hashr,in Akhirath,
created as pairs,written in our Taqdeer since birth.
17.12.23
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Rose garden that grew within me✔
PoetryI literally remember those days when I had this sort of conversation with my sister over the phone: "guess what?" "lemme guess another new poem!".🥀 and then we scream 'Yay' in our own world of happiness. I re-read some of my favourites among these...
