Solomonic Works

Love hurricanes and monsoon rains

Starlit ablution with the blood of eyes and veins

How beautifully it flows, the prayer of pleasure and pains

Out of no where, clear blue sky

How the heck, when, even why

She makes me crave Gol Ganda and Bun Kabab

Her third eye outshines an emerald adorned Mihrab

Ironic she also happens to come from Abu Turab

Khuda ka shukr, at least my Shaitan is honest

Lace the silk with your halal and haram

Trace an altar in God's name

It’s from الله