Saff's Blog

Journey Your journey begins here. At the end of everything. You must take that dreaded step - into the wilderness. Off the cliff face. Into nothing. Your path has only just begun. Weary-eyed, soul-drained. Lost in the rat race of this concrete jungle they call civilisation - progress. Home? Your time in this metropolis was but a passing wind, eddying from storm to storm, devoured by gale upon gale - spat out. Unwanted by this unruly ocean. Your passage was but a means to an end. Numbered days that toyed with the idea of forever. Days that chipped at your porcelain until you remained. A shell. Your bloodied feet have had no rest. The path is arduous and the days are long. The journey is unbearable and the nights hold no respite. You don't belong here -  a stranger in your own home. Your voyage has shaped and battered you. Here you stand. The precipice of the...

A Wistful Love Were that I could gaze, Upon your illumined face. Were that my eyes could trace The pearl of nur in its embrace Of the grooves of your face – The perfect arches of your brows, Your midnight orbs – piercing yet somehow A reflection of mercy, love and grace. Were that I could see The seal of prophecy nestled proud, Between broad shoulders speaking loud Of original form – a guarantee Of a gentle prowess, courage and strength - only found In the best of the best, Al Mustafa, Whose blessed gleam reached near and far- A breath of life to a people drowned. Were that I could drink From the well of Ilm that you exude, From your healing and love of a magnitude - To rival the fire of a burning star, To soothe the pain of a livid scar. For surely you are the missing link In a yearning hearts disquietude, A promise of guidance and fortitude. Were that I could sleep To dream of your beloved form, Witness your splendour...

It glares at you, Pale. Wan. Sickly A gaping fissure Tearing apart worlds.  A statement. A reminder. Everything you could have been - Everything you're not  It ripped you up, Angry. Vengeful. Loud.  A seething impurity Nesting where it doesn't belong. A statement. A reminder. Everything you could have been - Everything you're not 

We dance An intoxicating tango That races through the years A battle of the wills We are a flurry of motion An offbeat tarantella That perpetually ricochets But the light blinks out.

You think you’ve got better Climbed higher; made progress But the ladder’s swept out From under your feet.

Flicker. Your light Begins to Wane, Bright gradually fades. No. Not giving up - Buckling. The weight of it all. Stop. You still must shine, Northern star - Who else can guide? A bright, Guiding light – but blinding Darkness Swallows you whole. Sucks you dry. Don’t. Close your eyes,   Sigh. You cannot rest Keep shining. My Northern star, Guide.

Beat tides of indignation. Find s trength in absolution. Rise above the darkness. Ablaze, Claim the future.