mishhchievous

[mishhchievous]

Oh how beautiful it must be, to be the moon:

To be the one thing that all the great artists throughout time admired. Etched into da vinci's magics and whispered in beethoven's symphonies, penned into shakespeare's tragedies and framed in Kubrick's prophecies. In the ink of our love poems and a staple of our galleries, accompanying us in each of our night journeys. 

To have watched us as we discovered fire and invented the light bulb, as we built the pyramids and had our first flights. Witnessing all the times we drenched our hands in red in the name of pride, land and wars and also when our eyes gleamed in hope as we took the first steps for the stars. 

To be the one constant that every human has looked up at. Every king and queen, every poor orphan and soldier, every slave and preacher, every student and teacher. Because when earth bears her cloak of darkness, it didnt matter when, where or who you were, the moon was always there, a silver witness to it all.

[mishhchievous]

From the very first handprints in a cave by a forgotten ancestor thousands of years ago to the finger painting my nephew did on an a4 yesterday, from the earliest signs of literature to that last paragraph you wrote in your notes app, from that very first shot of a horse galloping to that home video you shot with your cousins, and every other piece of art that is to come, they have all – and will continue to be – been made because the people behind them cared ; about their beliefs and truths, about the people they loved, about the world they called home, about being remembered, about themselves, and above all else, about making art. 

THIS IS WHAT HUMAN ART WILL ALWAYS HAVE OVER A.I MADE ART.

[mishhchievous]

A gallery of ideas, thoughts, and names.

A collection of tiny moments and tender experiences.

A record of cherished songs and treasured stories.

A museum of untold words and undone dreams.

An archive of all the sins and virtues.

A medley of regrets and apologies.

A tapestry of all the people met.

A mosaic of perfectly arranged atoms.

[mishhchievous]

I could swear it was only yesterday when I turned thirteen.

but today, a lot more silver strands have taken over my parents' head.

but today, my little sisters have grown out of paw patrol and peppa pig, and my little brother speaks in a voice i don't recognize. 

but today, the bed in room seems to have gotten smaller, and the walls a lot less welcoming.

but today, i am not thirteen anymore - i haven't been for a while.

and between yesterday and today, life had flipped its pages too quick - like a hand slipping out of grasp or a film running too fast, losing frames in between. 

now, all i am left doing, is writing this cheesy poem, and wondering where it all went - both time and me.

[mishhchievous]

And as I leave my footprints on the shores of eternity, as the currents of time carry me onward, I hold onto the certainty that for a brief moment in the cosmos, I was here—I lived, I loved, I mattered. And in the vast expanse of infinity, that is enough.

[mishhchievous]

This is the final summer of my teens. On the horizon, just a few sunsets away, looms my aching debut into the 20s. As I surrender the soft comforts of my adolescence in return for the promised powers of adulthood, all i crave is to fall in love with the warmth of summer once again, to bask it all in before everything changes.

[mishhchievous]

A life lost to the giant tides of monotony, indulging oneself with the occasional tiny bursts of dopamine, only to soon go back to the default gray of yet another unremarkable day. All the while knowing that you are made of stardust, but you no longer find romance in it. All the while being surrounded by norm-defying technologies, but you no longer find wonder in them.

And as you continue to drown yourself in more perplexities, the game only starts getting faster, dwindling even the smallest chances you had of catching up. But you had promised others you'd be more than this, you'd promised yourself you'd be more than this — existing, not exactly living — all the while your insides pass out from trying too hard to fix yourself.

All you ever wanted was to find that misplaced piece of yourself. All you ever wanted was to taste that naive happiness of childhood once again.

[mishhchievous]

Amidst all of the world's chaos and meaningless-ness, I still keep watering the plants, folding the clothes and taking pictures.

[mishhchievous]

To the 31,490+ beautiful souls who had looked forward to this year's Ramadan, the 112,000+ homes that would've hosted iftars, the 634+ mosques that would've conducted taraweeh prayers, and the 12,300+ precious children who were excited to celebrate eid:

Words fail to describe the unspeakable evils that were ordered upon you, but your loss, and the continued hate that is being showered upon your fellow palestinians will not be swept away as mere victims and casualties, they will stand as a testament to the unwavering spirit of human lives amidst times of unimaginable cruelty, and will continue to be a reminder for one of mankind's greatest failures.

As we inherit this blood smeared earth, all we can do now is, to vow to fight injustice with every breath, to remember your resilient lives and dreams, to keep all your souls in our prayers and to promise you a paradise ahead.

From a society choking with shame and remorse, one that has to go through many more Ramadans and Eids without each of you,

We are sorry gaza.

[mishhchievous]

I hate letting go of people. I hate the fact that they will no longer be a part of my life. I hate that I will never get to see them again. I hate that I still know their favorite songs and movies. I hate that I can still hear how they laughed. I hate that I still remember their siblings' birthdays or what their dad does. I hate that I still know their favorite pizza and ice cream flavors. I hate that I still haven't forgotten their address or what they want to be when they grow up. I hate that I don't know what to do with all these pieces of them or when to throw them all away. I hate that I don't know where I can learn to forget.