Dirty Beloved

All unexpressable goes beyond language,
For humbly we are the fools of limitation.
Dream of lovers to be mingling within Thy Territory,
Interweaving inwards and Thy Purpose shall become a way of bestowal.

After bondage of lust...
Hurly burly of rush endless looking.
The sinners of Thy Knowledge,
Wrestle at where of none seeing.

The traces will give life to the deeds,
That of why driven along the path.
they'd love to fall for the absolute.
Ye know best the journey not to despair.

Dwellings i remain at,
Values worth fighting for,
As conscious as the remnant of hope i still possess,
Nothing quake will shake...

M. Nurul Hidayat
April 19th, 2019