That Last Beam. Still stuck in my old ways of stacking "hey!" when the sun seem to be slowly fading to the after life. Maybe I am dumb not to comprehend the ticking nature of time but still sharp to fine comb through to that last beam of either a bestowing array or a warning fray.

The Sunflow-her. There she is in a mustard dress with beautiful flowers as her crown. A queen from the heavens with rays cutting through my dark cloudy thoughts heating up the soaked tears to steam up my long lost engines & moving gears.

The Last Petal. There is love in leaving, there is love in letting go, there is love in choosing your space and sanity & there is more love in being honest and leaving it right there. For no matter how long, short or promising it was it has served its intended purpose.

Peace. Your peace is made of gold. And when you find it, You’ll find a hand to hold, A shoulder to lean on, A warmth that will tone down your shivers, And another day to wake up and still try again.

“Cry You A River?” Let my tears flow and water the tulips down by the riverside. Let it grow and signify the depth of love through my eyes. Let it grow two petals in every one plucked to show how love multiplies. Let it reflect all that couldn’t be uttered by my two lips and unpack all that’s been on the very low and made my tears flow.

As the sun goes down. Some sunsets are beautiful while others fool our understanding of beauty. Some set in rays that illuminate our long lost persona’s while some blinds our sight with tears of a downing light.

A Solved Puzzle. Just like the way the jig saw-it-fit, I choose to fix some magic out of it with a balance the sea-saw her fit to anchor in my habour. And with her calm sail as the tides waved on their final goodbyes, the whales also kept on popping up for a glimpse of my newly found Princess of Wales. And as the sun slowly faded leaving traces of its beauty in the skyline, she rose a son living in the trenches to the beauty of a fine dine.

“Oh! Lord..” Please grant me the serenity, strength and power to fullfil all that I have envisioned to the people I love, the multitude I’ll serve & the souls I’ll touch. Oh! God, please be my watch, be my guide, for in your everlasting shield is where I'll forever hide.

A Rough Sail. A tide of tears waving through my chubby cheeks, a sign of a rough voyage through the apparent calm sea, that seemingly runs deep & moulds that invisible inner self guiding our day to day. And in every tide came a lesson, a clear vision and a life long purpose. ( Illustration; muhammedsalah_ [IG] )