Drugs

I cry!
The hurt is raw,
Memmories abound,
You touched my hand,
Said sorry ,
And you were gone.

Tears well up,
The waste,
You!
So full life,
So rich
Suddenly gone

You wasted,
Day on day,
Coughs racked u
The pain convulsed
I saw but little
Then u are gone

Promise in front
Degrees in hand
Friends propped u
Yet just 1 rotter
Was nuf to take u moon
Then u were gone.

What ailed you,
In spite all u had
I wud never know
Wot you got
At tip of needle,
Would never know,
Cos u were gone.

Lost to Drugs.2004.

DESPAIR

Whats is in a name?
Whats in an idea?
If not a thought
That makes me stare.

Whats in this feeling,
Thats rents me apart?
Whats in this I see
That fills me with ire?

Whats with me?
I cant rest?
Whats that I see
In the sufi's lair?

Whats in words?
That stops me stare,
Whats in action
That reaches not there?

Whats in this heart,
that frets and rear?
When will rest come
to this soul in despair?

HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!

We are the children,
In us is hope
Of a better t’morro
And s’thing more

I feel pain now,
Sorrow bellows low,
Lightening scars me,
Think there is more.

Buffeted by wind,
Desires assail me,
Passion in me,
Looms big and lo.

Darkness descends,
The silence cuts in,
Of tu’moro nothing,
Frissons engulf me.

Do u know u’ll?
What I feel?
The pain intense,
In my questions?

HELP!

Islam! My Life

:-)

Islam is beautiful,
It teaches us love,
For all bar none,
It stops not there
For it shows us how

Islam is in our blood,
By Grace in Maldivians,
So we know how to
Give and ‘lso share,
Is that not coy?

Islam is in us all,
Proud of dat we r
How wonderful this
Compared to those
Thank u dear Lord
Giving us islam t’all.

Luv u’all in Allah!

MIRRORS

Jason told me that I was the most beautiful girl in town. I was thrilled. I warmed upto him instantly. The day passed by. I was feeling light, I was dancing the quickstep -my favourite on 7th. heaven. As the day wore on, I felt almost a foot taller, and my cheeks flushed red. What? I thought Jason liked most in my pretty face. Perhaps my lips? Maybe my eyes? Uncle Jim had always teased me about my dove eyes.

Not long after, it was Omar, the lean mean macho man-machine in class who seemed to take extra delight in getting caught out staring at me. Wow! now what? Was it my lips again? I couldn't be too sure. The angle was difficult to guage. My heart almost jumped out of its moorings when Omar approached me at break-time. " Darling, you look smashing, hope to catch you up after lectures". I couldn't breath. Had Mike and Nora overheard? Jason, that sissy was banished to the back-burner -- for now.

The economies of scale and its intricacies were on at full scale. All I could think of was Omar's economies of scale. Mmm this was bliss. How long for breaks again? Just then Bruna in front of me had to take out that horror - her mirror. I tried desperately to look away, but I was drawn transfixed to that castle killer. There in Bruna's posh larger than life mirror was me - Goose pimples, rabit teeth, 16" thick glasses and orange shaped monster of a nose. Heavens! why now? This horrible mirror........................................