I cry<\/p>\n
When the chips fall off my shoulders
\nWhen I put up a cowardly bold face
\nAnd there is no grave to bury the shame in it
\nWhen I find myself doing things I preach against
\nWhen I seem to fear myself more than death
\nWhen I know I’m not truthful within
\nAnd everyone around marvels at my honesty
\nWhen I look into the mirror and get scared by what I see
\nOr when I sit on my bed. .
\nThinking of what I said or should not have said<\/p>\n
I cry<\/p>\n
For every “I love you” I have said without conviction
\nOr every person I have led in the wrong direction
\nFor every promise I broke
\nOr curse words that I spoke
\nFor every buried histroy I dug out and sleeping forgotten pains I awoke
\nI get deep fried in pains like Artichoke
\nMy life gets filled with smoke and the sincerity is choked out of me
\nAt this juncture,<\/p>\n
I cry<\/p>\n
Qur’an chapter 30:21 is what explains what you are to me
\nI’m the sun, you are the moon
\nYou are a reflection of me, my thoughts and everything I desire in a woman. . .believe me
\nWalking and holding hands with you meant so much to me
\nEveryone staring at us, I’m like “All these attention on me?”
\nBecause everytime I’m with you, its like a blessing for me
\nLove built on friendship. . .friendship built on love. .. you were Allah’s gift to me
\nYour smile melted my heart and your voice was a healing for me
\nI still think about the first SMS you sent to me
\nUrging me to observe my Shawal . . .you reminded that it’s good for me
\nYou took me closer to the heavens and made the earth long for me
\nAnd brought a new born me I never thought existed in me<\/p>\n
But how did it all end up in tears for me. . .
\nCos I cry everytime I realize you are no longer for me
\nNo longer with me
\nWhat went wrong is still a mystery to me
\nBut Allah knows best and knows what is best for me
\nWhenever I think of you and me<\/p>\n
I cry. . .<\/p>\n
Amha tagged me the happiest person on earth
\nNeither because of my wealth nor my berth
\nBecause I seem to be happy all the time when I’m with my folks
\nAnd that reminds me of a passage, and I quote<\/p>\n
“Allah will not change the condition of a people,until they change the condition of what is within themselves”<\/em><\/p>\n End quote I cry<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I cry When the chips fall off my shoulders When I put up a cowardly bold face And there is no grave to bury the shame in it When I find myself doing things I preach against When I seem to fear myself more than death When I know I’m not truthful within And everyone around marvels at my honesty When I look into the mirror and get scared by what I see Or when I sit on my bed.…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":16,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-160","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"yoast_head":"\n
\nSo, tears in my life I outvote
\nAnd on joy and happiness I float
\nBefore I close,
\nI would love to propose
\nA toast
\nTo the man that smiles when he needs to
\nLaughs when he needs to
\nLoves when he needs to
\nShares when he needs to
\nAnd most importantly, cries when he needs to<\/p>\n