A chance of rhyme

The western winds and eastern sun

batter and boil my once tranquil soul.

Mist rises to form formless clouds

that swirl in my mind 'til they burst forth with rain.

My poetry is the rain that floods the ravine.

My poetry is the rain that shimmers like a veil.

My poetry is the rain that ruins your plans.

My poetry is the rain that lifts the drought.

My poetry is the rain that streaks like tears.

My poetry is the rain that puts you to sleep.

Identity

I am a man with two nationalities,

though I feel I belong to none.

I am someone who loves to think,

yet by overthinking I am undone.

I am a singer who doesn't sing,

a writer who barely writes.

I am someone afraid of darkness,

though my only home is the night.

My story is a maze of stars

that even I struggle to connect.

My story is one I want to hide

but that I want no one to forget.

Faith

My faith is not blind, rather

it is what allows me to see

through the haze.

Navigate the maze

of this world.

With its twists and turns

and learn what it truly means

to be connected to the one

with no beginning nor end.

The merciful, the compassionate.

My closest friend.