1.
moonlight folds my hands—
a prayer drifts through the sky,
God or you, who hears?
2.
silent breath of night,
mercy spills like untamed waves,
I drink, still thirsty.
3.
I ask for nothing—
only the shape of your name
pressed against my lips.
4.
the stars lean closer,
someone is listening now—
God, or just the wind?
5.
between my fingers,
sand slips, time slips, love slips—still,
I hold out my palms.
6.
you leave, yet remain—
faith and love are the same shade
of vanishing blue.
7.
folded on the floor,
I name every loss softly—
they sound just like you.
8.
your name in my hands,
whispered once in quiet blue—
it was, so it is.
9.
I drink from your lips,
I name this thirst 'ishq', then drown,
Kun Fayakun—be.
10.
love bends like a prayer,
falling between God and you,
who answers me first?