For a time, love failed And hope was all that remained For the time of tears with despair While holding on to nothing For the time lost with no direction Hurting with lost energy Somehow that soul got to survive. In pieces, finding peace. Hoping that someday in a time Life would perhaps be kind And if tomorrow couldn’t be saved For this time, It’s letting go Maryam ..read more

Behold! There goes the twinkling heart again Unfolding from it shell, Yet still trapped in it’s shadows If only tenfold of its blinks could defeat the bolt of its storm inside… The world is indeed a painting, unsold sprinkling in untold mystery tinkling… Cold, old and Dark, In it, blinks, the heart sanked, whistling it gold Just maybe there is still a tangled hope for survival Maryam Image CREDIT: MOMA/VINCENT VAN GOGH ..read more

Dear November, This is not a prayer or wishful thinking… It’s a goodbye To be free from the tears that stir the heart To be healed from the cracks that broke the soul To be spared from the fears that crept the spirit And, To be Dear, To all the love that should be welcomed Dear November, In remembrance, this heart centers its words to rest again… For now, it’s goodbye to all the hurts Maryam ..read more

Here’s to our unscrewed moments of laughter and tears, the expired desires, and everything that retired with our love… Here’s to our sour affection blowing off to dust…. Here’s to our despaired heart pierced with tattoos of bitter-sweet memories… I’d swear we were true, but our affair was fake, So here’s to our screwed taboo filled with untrue lies… Maryam ..read more

There is no such thing as perfect, neither is there a thing as balance… Try to get rid of the idea of being ideal your purpose, Although there is only one truth that is revolving around you, I choose the missing link to them all sometimes it takes you to places you don’t want to be, but that is also fine, You can’t be everything and have it all, that why the word something exist. If you are searching for the whole, then start within yourself… You are a puzzle to be fixed by you, As I said, you are complete with the exact proportion of yourself, not half empty or half full, nor are you perfect ..read more

I got lost in your world perhaps to only live there once. Sometimes it hurts to stay, and most time I didn’t want to know what it felt like to leave. The first time we met, you asked if ‘I was ready,’ for what? I am getting to understand… I choose you, poetry, and even weird ambitions… With no reasons but to clear my muddy head, and those answers i seeked, I am still searching of… Sometimes I wondered if it was just once love happens, or maybe I was0 just an experiment if tangled emotions… Either way, I want to save this memory for tomorrow… Wanting you so much to have left spaces with gaps of ..read more

Someone told once told me about December, Its memories and strong winds, Nights are longer with beautiful moons, Days are shorter with strong coffee, Someone took me to December, Through moments of laughter and tears, It thin and thick don’t lie still, So is the wind, We all have our Decembers, The presents, people, memories, and survival Its origin I care-less But in its return, I anticipate. Maryam ..read more

Yesterday I stayed up all night trying to figure out what’s next, Carrying my heart content in a mug My life has been a series of ups and downs, With so much opportunity to leverage and so much disappointment sustained My goals, just like my father’s and the father before him, My purpose, just like my mother’s and the mother before her I’ve learned resilience through the strength of the lineage I carry, My dreams and aspirations just like my name, a gift to humanity My hopes I carry seeking fulfillment, My pain I endure with faith to conquer the world… ©Maryam ..read more

Time will tell… The moments we’ve lost, The stories we’ve made, And every tear dropped in pain and laughter Time will heal… The memories that hurt, That which remained broken, And every wound that remained open Time will pass… Through every chapter we’ve written, The history we will become, And the dust we would remain Time will tell, heal, and pass... -Maryam ..read more

Madam Pam, one of Mum’s acquaintance is having dinner with us tonight. I’ve heard about her from a series of mum’s gossip with her other friends, she was with no husband or children and just arrived from the states. Mum was more than glad to have her take dinner with us, as she had previously discussed with her taking me in as help when returning to the states. My instinct was very much against the idea, but mum needed financial assistance and I couldn’t blame her much. Mum is a widow with 6 kids to carter. She runs shift within various organizations as a cleaner and hardly makes enough to sen ..read more