You have arrived as a measure of peace
to calm my restless soul
that even now desires the ill
its roots are planted in my mind
and like weed hard to part
in my thoughts it continues to grind
I see my heart turning dark
and no longer do I need to peek
as these holes are large and revealing
across which I see a dwelling
whose doors and windows open
they tell me to come in, “its ok”
for you can repent another day
so my thoughts from you detach
and within here I remain astray
I am deceived as I relax
across the window I look out ahead
back though my hearts wicked holes
Tranquil thoughts float in bubbles
and I know it is what I truly desire
Oh Ramadhan destroy this house of sin
For it is you I struggle towards
Make strong my inner abode
And let beauty sleep within
July 19, 2012
Poetry, Self-Empowerment