
They been written, sealed
Kept in boxes, pages and hearts
But none in minds, to think logically
All mixed with emotions, senseless
Tangled in a web of satanic thoughts
Overly done and expressed
Books, movies...written
Poems, words, actions
STOP!
Lollywood, Bollywood, hollywood
Mutilated the truth
Into illusions to torture young minds
Put them in a trance within a glance
Think clearly, it's not the way to go
You forget, a flower lives on if maintained
It'll wither and die if stepped on
I can forget, I can let go
Each chapter in life, For My Lord Knows
For His sake, I'll weave and soe
Tie a knot and crease the sides
We all know
We think we need a love story
In reality we need a friend
With whom you'd share one relationship
Those sleepless nights when you had a date
Not alone, but with thousands around the globe
With One, Him Alone
One of a kind
Who'll lead you back to your mind
Pick you up, not just when you fall
But lend you a pen to jot it down
Even in pain, they'll give you that pen
They'll whisper
No, not a love song... but a command to stand up
I don't need a love story
I need reality
It's overly done, thrown out the door
Step back in time
Slowly, sit and define
The ink flowing with His name
They'll form and show
Your story, not a love story
Kept in boxes, pages and hearts
But none in minds, to think logically
All mixed with emotions, senseless
Tangled in a web of satanic thoughts
Overly done and expressed
Books, movies...written
Poems, words, actions
STOP!
Lollywood, Bollywood, hollywood
Mutilated the truth
Into illusions to torture young minds
Put them in a trance within a glance
Think clearly, it's not the way to go
You forget, a flower lives on if maintained
It'll wither and die if stepped on
I can forget, I can let go
Each chapter in life, For My Lord Knows
For His sake, I'll weave and soe
Tie a knot and crease the sides
We all know
We think we need a love story
In reality we need a friend
With whom you'd share one relationship
Those sleepless nights when you had a date
Not alone, but with thousands around the globe
With One, Him Alone
One of a kind
Who'll lead you back to your mind
Pick you up, not just when you fall
But lend you a pen to jot it down
Even in pain, they'll give you that pen
They'll whisper
No, not a love song... but a command to stand up
I don't need a love story
I need reality
It's overly done, thrown out the door
Step back in time
Slowly, sit and define
The ink flowing with His name
They'll form and show
Your story, not a love story

1 comment:
aww what a lovely poem, mashaAllah.
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