The Secret Recipe

I compose my poems with my scattered rhythms
using a cauldron of words like making a peanut butter
sandwich
with cheese.

Poetry does not
accentuate superiority,
or emphasize strict rules of
rhymes and meters,
Or incomprehensible metaphors
To make your brain suffers,
Remember, poetry is not like our society.

It lets souls speak
and unfurls deepest fears
to help you to listen
not just to hear
your inner self.

That is a true poetry,
albeit no poetic meters
no rhymes,
or composed of absolute meters
or absolute rhymes,
or use repetitive mundane words
and peanut butter sandwich (don't forget the cheese)
as a metaphor.

What makes your poetry
a poetry
is your deepest
soul
(perhaps with a tad of peanut butter sandwich with cheese?)

-Nuruljannah-

An Adventure

I have never realized
I have this subtle fear,
swimming in my ocean
of dreams.

I always yearn for an adventure
with my soul mate,
clambering up together
to reach Him.

I thought I was bold enough
to undergo this new adventure
with anyone
but I was wrong.
It is not just anyone.

When I look at you,
I yearn to have an adventure with you,
your presence has devoured my fears,
as long as you're in my future
I am fearless.

But, your heart belongs
to someone else,
and you're happy
embarking on your new adventure
with her.
While I am here,
with my shattered courage,
with my fears,
watching them devouring me.

-Nuruljannah-

They say

Not beautiful enough,

they say,

men will turn away and flee.

My body is tattooed

with stretchmarks,

my body is not

aesthetic,

they say,

rotund and huge,

men will turn away and flee.

Not beautiful enough.

they say,

I need to be slender 

and slim,

to steal a man's heart

and to tie the knot.

No wonder you are single,

they say,

shed your weight,

you will attract men like sugar

attracts ants.

I hug my beautiful rotund body,

and look at those nincompoops and say

only a real man

can see my true beauty,

and love me.

-Nuruljannah-

Reflection

I wish I could hug you,
and make you soothing
green tea,
dry your wretched tears
with my half-baked love.
I wish I could heal
your brittle heart,
but, I am incarcerated
in the reflective world
of yours.
I wish you could see me
beyond you,

You never did.

-Nuruljannah-

A heartbeat

If you write with every ounce
of your soul,
Your words
will have a heartbeat.

-Nuruljannah-