by Shahd Jamal
Just like how the sun and moon are never meant to meet,
The stars too have never aligned at our feet
Gruesome truly, how feelings have become too concrete
The loss of abstract fills one with nothing but defeat.
As subtle as the moon when incomplete,
as mere as a ray of hope eager to deplete,
The thought of expression has suddenly become so obsolete;
its flow through our minds is nothing but bittersweet.
It is your mind and heart, they’re always the two who compete.
It doesn’t matter who wins at the end, as the battle regenerates in a heartbeat.
If you do end up taking matters into your hands, you will inevitably cheat.
As no matter how strong the mind is, the heart will always beat.
So next time you reminisce how within your face you felt heat,
or how your hands two trembling traitors, not letting you eat,
or how selfish you were, not providing your feelings in your heart with a seat.
That’s when your remorse will wash over, not so discreet.
It will alarm your soul and your mind it will mistreat.
That is the end of it, say it was semisweet
As you’ll learn to allow those feelings to drive your feet,
It’s not just looks, souls too deceive
Mourn your opportunity’s death and then you may grieve.
Only when the sun sets is when you begin to in it believe.
That’s human nature there for you, foolish, shallow and merely naive