October 3, 2008
My Poems: My Secret Friend
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
A poem for someone I have never seen:
My Secret Friend
I may never see you,
listen, talk, or love you.
Maybe someday you will look up,
and find the sky like an empty cup*.
You and I are nothing more,
than pieces on a chessboard;
Parts of a puzzle design,
made by the same Divine.
Talk, shout, or whisper, let me know,
break the barrier and let it flow.
Ask me your questions, tell me your secrets,
Trust my heart and we will talk until the sun sets.
Hold my hand and let us embrace,
no matter what it is we’ll face,
no one ever said it would be so easy or hard,
Now come with me and let us go back to the start.
I hope who ever you are, you read this and somehow communicate to me.
*Cup–cup means a lot of things to me–or in general– empty cup=ignorance. Empty cup=opportunity to learn to ‘fill’ the cup. Philosophy and cup–everything is like a cup–the cup had a creator and an idea had an originator. etc. etc.
P.S. First draft