He knows

These days
When I kneel before God
a confusion surrounds me
what should I ask him?
should I ask him divinity?
should I ask him success?
should I ask him love?
I don’t know
I don’t ask him anything
I just stand there, look at him, and leave
I am learning to be silent with him
Why?
He knows.

I am a writer

Words flutter in my mind and I rush to find my dairy and a pen, holding them gives me a huge relief. Dancing words brings me eternal ecstasy. I write to free myself from my demons and to shake the authority. I write till I get tired of words or words get tired of me.

I use my fingers and my pen to breathe, I use them as my voice as I am a writer, a fire without a lighter.