Let

Let the days you do what you want
Medicine breath if a court ruling
The panic of the accident at night
What incidents of lower survival
Be a man for horror skin
Himtk and tolerance and to meet
Although it has many weaknesses in the creatures
Your password and have a cover
Generous cover every defect
Covered by the generosity as has been said
Does not see the humiliation never curse
The scourge of gloating Aloaada
Do not shake the tolerance of the skimpy
What in Hell is thirsty for water
And sustenance is not lacking in careful
And not more than living in the effort
Or sorrow or pleasure lasts
You do not misery and prosperity
If you are a heart is content
You and the owner of this world, whether
It was revealed courtyard Almnaya
Not protect it and the land of sky
And the land of God and the broad but
If the judiciary had no space down
Let the days betrays all the time
What is a substitute for drug death

Forever Not Yours

Your presence graces my dreams
I reach for you as you drift away
Your stare is full of comfort,

So peaceful
I find solace in your arms
I sit on the windowsill,

Writing
Anticipating your embrace,

Your soft smile
Yet I am jaded in your love
I am left behind in the dust
I cannot get up to run away
Your love shackles me,

It’s a weight tied
So heavy around my ankles
It prevents me from running
But my acidic tears burn the shackles away
And I am free once again
I will not succumb to your sweet imprisonment
I will not surrender to your pacifying touch
I will not be enticed by your corruptive love
I will not be broken again

 

Beyond Comprehension

No one hears me, understands me
I speak in silence
Hoping that someone will see my words,

My message
Hoping to find love, it has arrived so divine
I wish for a stronger, better life
filled with everlasting touch
I dream the future, but hold the past
My body is brimmed with so many confusions
Am I really here experiencing fullness?
I must be, the pain is so real
The hurt I feel could never be imagined
But I will pull through into greatness
And destroy whatever faces into me
As I struggle I will fight until the end
Whenever it may come

I Am Not Happy….

I am not happy sitting in a AC car,
When I see a person who is walking on the road.
I am not happy sitting in a HiFi hotel,
When I see a person begging for one time food.
I am not happy working in MNC,
When I see a person working hard as a labour under hot sun.
I am not happy when I do shopping,
When I see a person struggling to buy something for himself.
I am not happy wearing a nice dress,
When I see a person who is wearing very old dress.
I am not happy when I watch TV,
When I see a person who has not seen TV in a life at all.
I am not happy to be in a rich house,
When I see a person who is living in a shed.
I am not happy when I am going for a world tour, When I see a blind person.
I am not happy that I can sing

When I see a person who can’t speak.
I am not happy that I am perfect, When I see a person who is imperfect.
I am just happy because Allah has given me everything
So that I can share with others
And I can even make them happy..
Al Hamdulillah for everything..
Shukr Al Hamdulillah for everything..
Now tell me..
Are you happy in your life?

Love

Love

Love is like a box of chocolates,
you can have so much and keep happy for a while then it
shudders like when you get a stomach ache.
Treat love like a poem as I just wrote.

Broken Heart

Broken Heart

You broke my heart,
Tore it in two,
Then lied even more.

You broke my heart,
Said you still loved me,
Then went for my enemy.

You broke my heart,
Told me you liked her,
Then said you didn’t love me anymore.

You broke my heart,
I told you I still loved you,
Then you said you never loved me.

Strength

Strength

When problems in life make you seem weak
that’s when you are most likely defeated.
But once you realize, there is a strength
in you that can not be weakened, that’s when
you see clearly and your path in life is
deepened. Don’t let any one or any thing
choose your destiny, just trust in who you
are and proceed accordingly. You are
strongest in your darkest hour, so hang
tough and believe in your power. Power to
control your own destiny and not settle for
anything less than what you want your
life to be. Yes, this strength lies deep
inside us all. So, when you’re about to
fall, take a step back, reflect on who
you are and answer the call.

Harmony

Harmony

If I had a wish, it would be this
that all Allah’s people would be just like him,
able to cope, trust and just get along.
And not wonder if someone’s doing them wrong.
If we just put our trust in Him,
then we could surely enter in, and enjoy what life
has to offer. Instead of trying to hate on your
sister or brother. Yes, life would be so sweet,
if we just stop trying to compete, for what’s already been
promised. Life everlasting and peace of mind.
So, get it together and claim your prize,
for I truly want to get what’s mine.

Dearest Heart

Dearest Heart,

You are closer to me than my own two sides, a Divinely apportioned piece of my very existence, sometimes dark and sometimes alight. You’re with me everywhere I go, a fixed companion, running so deep that sometimes I don’t know where you end and I begin. You can be a seat of spiritual happiness for the one who possesses you; brimming with a light no other vessel can contain, seeing beyond seeing.

 

And at other times – and in truth, that’s most of the time with me, dear Heart – you can be the very opposite. At those times, you are the hardest company for me to keep.

 

Bit by bit it started, all by my own doing: weaknesses and heedlessness, blind indulgence and conscious ignorance; brazenly sinning while turning a blind eye to the spiritual illnesses developing within. One sin after another I committed, until you became almost unrecognizable beneath the layers of darkness building up inside. And I kept committing sins even when the pleasure was gone, just because the habit was so deeply fixed. Even when the sweetness became bitter, and the initial charm of the deeds I was committing became stale and repugnant, I continued, seeking to dull the ever-growing pain inside without too much introspection. “A cup I drank to taste its pleasure, and then another to chase its pain.”

 

I filled you with all manners of worldly things, but the aching and emptiness would not abate. Somehow, I deluded myself into thinking that the wounds would heal by these methods, and that the inner damage – self-inflicted – would somehow come to be repaired on its own. And I forced myself not to care. I lost something so precious when I lost you, dear Heart, beneath the darkness of sins and the choking hold of worldly attachments. I was a tightly closed shell whose pearl had somehow slipped away.

 

I found myself with pain running so deep, habits so ingrained, a path so steep before me… and heart-less, in the truest meaning of that word. It was hard for me to see a way to turn back.  But it’s there: I’ve found it, and it’s time.

Dearest Heart,

 

I’ve come to realize my absolute need for Allah (swt), down to my very core, and to see where I’ve gone wrong. How foolish to think that a spiritual vessel like you would be satisfied with less than His remembrance. You have taught me the truth of my existence: that without connection to Him, without the happiness of knowing Him and being true to Him, one will feel a painful emptiness, a sorrow, that cannot be filled with anything else.

 

I’m ready to strip away empty promises and convoluted excuses. I want to walk on this path upright, penitent, aware of my faults but constantly seeking a way back to Him. I need you with me dear Heart, and I pray it’s not too late. I’ll try my best to heal your wounds, and scrub away to your polished core, by His permission, through worship, His remembrance, and His aid. The path ahead is not an easy one and I know I’ll make mistakes, but I hope you’ll keep my company as we travel this road, the road of repentance, together. I will do right by you, God-willing, and you in turn, I pray, will help me reach His nearness.

 

Sincerely,

Me

Someone For Me

Someone For Me

As a child I would play
and think of things to say.
Wonder what it would be like
to run and ride a bike.
All the children would point and say,
All the meanest things all my way.
How cruel and mean
How totally obscene
All I want to be
I want there to be someone for me.