Tear Stained Face
Tears you cannot see,
It’s a me that I hide
No one sees inside covered up and bound up
I am not truely free
Everyone thought I was happy
The only things they ever seen
The joy on the outside not the real me
He came and took it away the unseen strife and pain
Now a true joy begins to stream down my tear stained face.
A very beautiful poem
As if a spy from you
Were watching my inclinations,
And another were watching
My gaze and tongue.
Whenever my eyes saw,
After you, any sight
Displeasing to you, I thought:
They’ve seen me.
And whenever from my mouth,
There emerged, in front of you,
A word meant for another than you,
I thought:
They’ve heard me,
And whenever through the secret of my heart
There passed, after you, a thought
For another than you,
They pull up on my reins.
These brothers sincere — I wearied
Of their speech
And seized back from them
My gaze and tongue.
Renunciation could not console me
For their loss
Until I experienced you
Witnessed in every place.
Sacrifice
Every word I speak is an obscenity in disguise.
Every truth I speak is hidden in 1000 lies.
Did it ever occur to you that it’s MY life I despise?
Laugh away the pain,
Cry in silent agony for sleep’s guise
Run away to hide my pain,
Shun the sunshine.
Hold my head as the earth quakes,
No one hears my cries.
Words and silence both are equal destroyers,
Both my demise;
Overwhelmed by life’s tragic traumatic travesty.
Dpressedmuslimah 