MY MUSLIMAH

 Doubt I felt when, this year,

I heard her voice;

Confused. Shocked. I thought
I had failed her.

However, happiness hones me —

Gifted with a milky object from within.

Naughtiness is the language of her body.

A moment with her brightens my thoughts.

Her smiles would heal an ill nation.

She is a rose for whom I spite other flowers.

Unbeknownst to her, my inner self of true feeling.

Scared to touch her each time I come close.

A mirage, to me, she appears.

But she endows me spiritually, with reminders of solat —

My adhan, straight from Allah.

Yet unaware, she glows away darkness.


Innocence

is what i see every time I gaze,

Every time she looks away.

She's that artifact a man would like to own

She's like the cloud we can see, but can't touch;

Mature enough to make me a platonic friend,

But that is not all I ever wanted.


Written by
Oladipo Afeez Olajide

@Ladoime 

WHAT SHE'S NOT

Confused and attracted is how I feel, 

That began the story the day I met she, 

For I was mesmerized from she's not,
She's no sun yet she's glow,
She's no moon yet she's bright,
She's no angel yet she beautiful,
She's no tailor yet she mend my heart,
She's no potter yet mold my home,
She's no coach yet I'm her world best player,
She's no lecturer yet I learn from her,
She's no star yet she shine,
She's no number yet she's my perfect 8,
She's that diamond every man what to own, 

Yet my lack of resourcefulness and timidity divest me from her....

II

To her I'm but like a glass, cause all of me is so vivid to her,
She's no detective but she knows my crimes,
She just convicted me recently to a life of love so far away,
She's the reason I'm quick to wake when I go to bed,
She's the reason I'm full of emotion,
Yet so hungry to love.

Ladoime
05/06/2015