the in between

To a dearest friend of mine,

Tears no more as those all had gone to the shore
whereas the candle-lights lit to ignite the night
To cause our thing just feels so unearthly

In the outline of two little spaces
that create resonance in silence
Rushing each solitude to the outstretched
as if they were tweezed
Fondling the second where the word here and there
loop in a series of chain
Knowing that now and then are
only for The Highest of all kinds

It is like hand in hand
standing in a good ground of intention
that meets without sights
wherein sizzling without hissing
For only reverently echoed beautiful ways of thought
that could tight the in between of us closely to the rest
 
You are distinguishably distinct for all the sacrifices
as good as of the angels without wings
Who lifts me up when I am about to give up
Blows me with the most high spirited breathing one could have
that heals all the bitter in taste.

Salam everyone! Yes, I am still alive, Alhamdulillah :)

I know that it's weird coming back here again and begin with an ugly poem, but it's quite nice for a try, right? As the update is that life has been filled with so many blessings I even couldn't ever count.
Thank you Allah, You're the One.. 

And just like what my dear friend once told me, we don't have to feel scared of the future, as the only destination of all is to be in His way. We have to struggle and embrace the best in achieving our future life, yes. But the life after this future life of the world is a bigger fighting we should also win.