Compassionate.

How love can sometimes go too far!

Sometimes I try to help people so far, I can’t reflect back on myself.I am external, but I don’t have a choice.My mind will go on.

Sometimes I cause things with such power that nobody can resist me.Because I am beautiful, inside out.

Only when I look with their eyes, they come back on me,And I see me.

I am many good and bad things, while people misunderstood my spirit, my dark empty spirit.

That darkness was a wrap of me,

and inside was really just light.

When the universe invited me I could see me.However nice I was nobody could see it. I was just very very mistaken.

And reality was, I was compassionate.Just sick, but compassionate.To only see me, I was dark, but even the dark can’t hold the eight.

8, 9, 10.

Because I did not know it, rather they saw it the way they wanted to see it.

Difficulties called me, unknowingly, but so loud, I could hear them inside out.

Only to know in that paranoid dark, there was a piece of me,and the dark and light were both beautiful.

Do you see me outside, only then like me, and then from a distance put me back inside me?

Is love only till the doors? Noon. Walqalami wa ma yasturoon. Ma anta binimati rabbika wa majnoon.Wa inna laka la ajran ghari mamnoon.

Wa innaka la ala khuluqin azeem. Fa tubsirun wa yubsirun. Bi ayyikumul maftoon.

Noon.

By — Nailah Shaikh.