By Zhema The meeting the universe wove for us, Veiled in mysteries, leaving questions behind. Why does it feel as though I've known you for so long, Bound by silent déjà vu, an unshaken thread of fate? When you faltered, drowning in despair, When the weight of pain dimmed your prayer, Something unseen pulled me to your side, Erasing my shame, casting my fears aside. I stood by you, a shadow in your darkest night, Guided by unseen hands to restore your light. Not as a lover, for that path was sealed, But as a fleeting balm, a heart concealed. For you are a man whose soul is tied, To another light, though distance divides. A glow that waits behind Gaza's gate, Its radiance pure, its love innate. And I, a woman from the land of Angels, Caught between devotion and what my heart feels. I endure the ache, an untamed longing, Yet I choose the path where Allah's love is reigning. You, too, remain steadfast and true, To the light that guides and strengthens you. You turn to the Qur...
Puisi Zhema Bila masa kuterjajah antagonis Senyap bisu tapaki baris Suratan penuh harapan manis Ke luar batas Tembok Miris 'Kan kulukis bunga iris Di canvas baru anti sinis Siar warna tanpa tangis Bijak renjana tak kan habis Wahai hati yang mengikis Damai berkarya nan puitis Kelirumu tak patut buat giris Maka, sadarlah dari egois! Tumbang Miri, 17 Juli 2024.