love

Dining time

| Masuma

The stars never shined

At the spot that felt mine

Structures in the mind

Opened to infinity of decline

Pushed the focus on the clock

Told the chains where to lock

those seeming dangers of life

Really held no sharp knife

The ignorance that ignites

Flamed in profoundness,

squeezing sense

Savouring wit

For all thats dark

Gets you to the ferry

Where the sail promises light

the constant row, row, row

Row row row

Follows growth glow, glow

Glow glow glow

In form of a little pie

Hitched along are riddles of slide

You fall

– into slimy mud

– into silks and make

⁃ into politics of fake

– into chase

The run then speeds

Speeds into lift,

where Ego burns into bits

turning everything into mist

feathers are finally formed

The feathers are the flight..

All the testing years of might

Seems flying away out of sight.

how amazing is the feeling

Where

The stars and the signs

Couldn’t possibly outshine

the radiance

That radiance of what you know

Begin to know

Know more through tough times

And finally the mood switches back

to

dining time

dining time!

-masuma

Innocence

| Masuma

The racquets do play
And The skies do sing

The frost in my eyes
Believes that beauty,
It sees in everything

Where do I find that
madness

All that blends in
All that blends in

Really some desire
That beats in
Every being

Delays of cries
That speaks in prices

Where is that smile
Without cold ices

The racquets do play
And The skies do sing

-masuma

Woke up to pink skies, so I had to write, I did feel like singing too..

Found

| Masuma
Palestinian woman in a little bit of self love

From a thought bubble of snow
Blew little words in a row
That wept away
Few moments of hollow

They nudged and itched
And shook her from freeze
To the little door she joyfully breezed

That long forgotten jungle
Where all her beauty potions breathes
says “it’s time to come back,
And get dressed into sugar please”

The mirror dazed at the wealth it saw
And a smile in return it trapped from her

Stolen by rosy illusions that kept her drowned,
A step in her closet where she was finally found.

-masuma

Taawiz

| Masuma

Here I associate Taawiz to ones passionate inspiration that can come in any form that stays with you always …keeping you happily alive.

I love my taawiz. Will always do. The most precious like almost my breathing.

Deer runs, Hiphop

| Masuma

Deer 🦌 runs , hip hop!

stood there soulfully
Humming mystery,
For long
In silence

Kept loving deeply
With her canopy of energy,
For long
In silence

Seeing through the veil
With her inner lamp lit
The illusions disappear
and a different trail hits

Just beat it.
Just beat it.

-Masuma

deers have soulful eyes and no wonder it just feels me.