Brotherhood

Says a bird 

Where should she be

In the juggle of

Building her nest

She cages to few trees

Soon once a tender fruit

Drops on her beak

And That taste she discovers

to be a gift for the weak

To be nourished by some more

She gathers strength for a find

and assembles her collect

From her own lifts and flights

though the match for that taste

She still does not find

seeking from the vast

Her struggles tunes her 

into being more refined

all those moments of unrest

Then Begins to beautifully shine 

She returns to the same branch

With a heart without any yearn

To devote a little happy thanks

For the passion she had earned

As she wonders through her flops 

That tender fruit again drops 

And to her surprise 

She finds many like her

flying by over her in a line

They carried that fruit

she longed all that time,

So she followed them, 

For a pretty long while

To finally reach

That bliss of all time

On her way back to her nest

With huge plucks for her own

She drops bits of her fruit

And very Happily as she could

For all that she knew

There is

Immense Beauty 

in brotherhood

-masuma

If only she knew

if only she knew
that all that she sees
is a view that is shown
because all that really rings true
is only within
within herself
in her natural glow

if only she knew
that all that she has endured
has only assured
coming weak moments of tomorrow

if only she knew
that there were some lucky few who
noticed her sail then followed her trail
and now they are in their finest stay

if only she knew
that no matter how tricky it feels
with silly dos and don’ts
stuck in moods of stone
however she sways through them
her genuine threads will stick along, even insane

if only she knew
that when she smiles its only
then
really worthwhile

if only she knew.

Found

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

Winter love

❄️Winter love❄️

As the beats goes along

As the beats goes along

The melody in me longs for the song

As the days grows out from gold

As the days grows out from gold

The cold in me longs for the silvery hold

As the winters finds the roses to sigh

As the winters finds the roses to sigh

The fragrance in me longs for every missed try

As the letters builds into mountain of words

As the letters builds into mountain of words

The old story in me longs for the highs of the closest bonds

And then the now hooks

And then the now hooks

The elegance in me longs for good gum boots!

– love always, masuma