If every slit of a heartstring,
Sin and pain lead me to this moment.
That each ounce of evil that tormented my soul would consequence to this occurrence, here, now.
Kneeling before my Lord.
Then I would happily go back,
and endure them again.
I would reach out to the knives that penetrated the firmness of my back
as a mother would reach for her child.
I would inhale the sweet aroma of pain,
as a fasting man inhales the fragrance of sustenance.
I would go back again, and again.
Journeying through the road of decapitated emotions,
if they lead me back to this….
By Ali R Ilyas
Sometimes I find hard to breathe.
Sometimes I find it hard to see.
I can’t cope,
Until I feel God.
Next to me.
They say roses are red,
they say violets are blue.
But something tells me they just don’t know the truth.
The truth about the life that we abuse,
the truth about the life that we choose.
We are institutionally educated to an extent that we become
They say sugar is sweet,
but it makes you obese.
Fatty reserves of sweet words, makes you blind
to the universe.
As your perception is nothing,
but a perception of your own perception.
By Ali Ilyas
Spoken words about how we conceptualize exams, and allow them to dictate our future.
[My First Attempt at Spoken word poetry]