you are the cause of my grey hair

I’ve never felt more beauty before

you are the cause of my heart attacks

I’ve never felt so alive before

You are the cause of my slips and falls

I’ve never felt so youthful before

You are the cause of my utter weakness

I’ve never felt so strong before

fearing Him

loving you

dichotomy

of two

an unrivaled idol

is not a matter of pride

or sorrow

rather a form

of existential

Union

which simply is

what it is

that same idol

is you with you

how can there ever

be separation

I’m tummy sick

my heart and soul

I’ve become a stranger to

my heart

my soul detests me

for this duality

I am utterly ruined

guilty of the greatest

sin

fear

defeat is subjective

as in chess

once you’ve entered

a heart

becoming an

unrivaled idol

it’s nothing

but victory

checkmate

The truth is I don’t have a choice

to not love you

this has been decided

before we arrived

before bodily existence

don’t you get it?

is she a statue

an idol from

prehistoric Arabia

a rival to Laat and Uzza

she asks

if worship

can be intwined

in what we call life

complaining of the mundane

statues surround her

she detests duality

her desire to worship

love’s only love

her heart

a K’aba

worships itself

through her reflection

pure monotheism

her supposed claim

then came Laila

who caused apostasy

two idols

one altar

bring forth the

Cross

this is a mandatory

crucification

All

Lines

Blurred

Deleted

No telling of who is who

my heart has confided

It was you

all along

none but you

I was summoning

you

poetically

through veils of multiplicity

little did i know

that what I know now

you finally appeared