Ablution.

I was taking my ablution for the terawih prayers when I first had the idea for this poem. The idea that all Muslims from all these different walks of life, committing sins big & small every day, coming to one place to ask for forgiveness & to pray to the Almighty for better things, truly captured me in that moment. It isn't being done justice in this poem, but it is an experiment for me in consolidating spirituality & poetry. 

Face.
The remnants of the alluring make up, 
Put onto entice and tease, 
Eyelashes to bat at wandering eyes, 
And red lipstick to amplify a "come hither" smile.

Mouth.
Gargling out the words of hate,
The off-hand racist remarks,
And the gossip that is questionable at best,
As well as the mutterings under her breath. 

Ears.
Washing away the untruths,
That were indulged over lunch,
And the eavesdropping of conversations,
Out of blatant curiosity.

Arms.
Holding a person close, 
Who should have been distanced,
And taking in items of indulgence,
That the conscience did not approve. 

Legs. 
For all the walking towards sin,
As opposed to better things,
And for sitting idle,
When more could have been achieved.

She emerges,
Ready to ask for forgiveness,
And for a better tomorrow,
At least till the next call to prayer. 

- SB
4.24am, 14th July 2016
Ghetto HQ




SB is a conflicted soul of sorts, who is mad enough to go chase after what she really loves as opposed to conform to society and her mother's idea of a successful person. She prays she makes it in life, because she will not be able to tolerate the nagging that would follow if she doesn't. Her inspiration comes from everything around her, as well as made up situations in her head. Good luck distinguishing between the two. 

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