Syed Muhammad Sabeehul Rehman
Introduction
Hello, I’m Sabeeh, and I’m proud to be a passionate member of the SOW community.
For me, poetry is more than just a form of expression—it’s a deeply personal journey, a way to connect with the world around me and explore my innermost thoughts. Through the written word, I find freedom in vulnerability, embracing the power of raw emotion and reflection. Writing is not merely a skill; it’s a portal that allows me to craft worlds, to live lives I might never experience, and to offer a window into my soul. It’s my way of sharing my thoughts, my experiences, and my dreams with others in a way that feels both intimate and transformative.
Works
Euphoria
In the soft, sweet whispers, love has gently pushed,
My heart surrendered to the sweetness hushed.
The air I breathe has your musky essence,
Roll in with the cool breeze and fondle my existence.
Like fragrances of flowers and stormy rain,
Breathe in my life and ease my pain.
With one gentle glance, you bestow me strength,
Your eyes lighten up my heart at a larger length.
I have been a land so arid and parched
And, you flooded me as a river turbocharged.
My heart, once still, now beats in flights,
You are the dawn to my endless gloomy nights.
Let's Confess Love
I long to confess my love,
But words—oh, words—fail me.
I search for a way,
A gesture, a form, a perfect frame
To hold this aching truth inside me.
A love letter, I think—
But it feels too old, too worn,
A relic of a time when hearts bled on paper,
When ink could carry what the tongue could not.
Perhaps an SMS, quick and simple—
But it feels too fleeting,
Too easy, too distant,
A whisper lost in the digital wind,
A hollow echo of what I truly feel.
Maybe a candlelight dinner—
A classic, a gesture of warmth and elegance.
But so many have walked that well-worn path,
So many hearts have been laid bare
Under the glow of flickering flames.
And still, I wonder—
What is the right way to say it?
What gesture could ever capture
The depth of this quiet storm within me?
Then, perhaps, it is simple.
Perhaps the answer is to be raw,
To strip away the artifice,
And speak from the heart,
Unadorned, unmasked,
With no pretence, no grand gesture.
Maybe the truth, spoken plainly,
Is the most profound gift I can give.