Monday 28 October 2013

Unbound



Words.
Combinations of sounds.
Phrases.
With meaning derived from 
entanglement of thought.
No rules.
No two are alike.
I can paint from the old,
or I can let the present 
sweep itself into colors,
I can remake,
or invent from nothingness,
lines
and textures.
My words 
is
my word.
My choices;
my life.

2 comments:

  1. I enjoy reading your blog masha'Allah. I especially love the poems and short stories (plus I really like the choice of pictures/paintings you put in your posts). Kinda new to the 'blogging world' but someone suggested your blog on FB a while ago and thought I'd check it out :)

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    1. Thank you! I' glad you enjoy reading them. I will continue with the poems in sha Allah. Jazak(i) Allah khair for reading.

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