Sunday, May 1, 2011

Tears and Hope

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَٰنِ الرَّحِيمِ 
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.


I am already at your doorstep,
Carrying with me a bag of hope,
In my hands are my three roses,
On my cheeks are my drops of tears..
It is raining heavily out here,
I’m already wet and feeling cold,
Gently I knock and keep on knocking your door,
Patiently I wait and softly your name I call,
Yet, why, please tell me why,
Why have you not opened the door for me?
Why don’t you open your door for me?
Why wouldn’t you open your door for me?
Please, beloved please..
Please open your door for me..

[F.S, 2011]

[Picture taken on 11th December 2010, at 5.30 pm with Sony Cybershot DSC-W50. Location: Penang. Edited with Adobe Photoshop: First attempt for rainy day technique]

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