Your footsteps
In every allay I wander
I seek the traces of your whereabouts
The tears I spill in worship
are for the sake of your well being
When I read the Holy Quran
It is your hands I hold in my mind
A drunkard of love I have become
by the mere thought of your presence
Poetry is taught a lesson
when I depict your face
Irfan ascends to the seventh heaven
when I mention your beauty
The dhikhr that drips from my mouth
is scented with your name
I prostrate to the Lord of the Worlds
by kissing your footsteps
May God hasten the promised day
when I will...
My sweetest love
In the spring
rain falls down
to touch your face
In the summer
flowers blossom
by your breaths
In the autumn
leaves ride the wind
seeking your whereabouts
In the winter
snow covers the path
to embrace your footsteps
In the day
the illuminating sun
reflects your light
In the night
the stars sparkle
from your tears
In Palestine
stones in your hand
becomes rubies
In Mecka
the pilgrims’ acceptance
is due to your presence
In Baqi
the dust is blessed
by your bowed knees
In the East
Guilt
Grief is a virus
Produced by a heedless act
Performed in the split of a second
In this gigantic multi-dimensional universe
Guilt, such a small thing
Like a parasite it sets on your heart
Spreading its poison
Flushing it out through the veins
Infecting all cells of your body
Cracking down your entire existence
By consuming you from within
Guilt, a spiritual disease
Struggling the soul
Who in its pangs cry out poetry
Without knowing
What black and gothic lines
Have been spilled
To forgive others is hard
To
Who are you?
Who are you?
whose kindness
makes men out of wolves
Who are you?
whose courage
creates martyrs from cowards
Who are you?
whose last words
are prayers for your killer
Who are you?
whose grave
is holier then Kabah?
Who are you?
whose face
is a mirror of the Quran?
Who are you?
whose closeness
the angels line up for
Who are you?
whose intercession
gives hope to the demons
Who are you?
whose eyes
give visions to the blind
Who are you?
whose attention
unveils the unseen
Who are you?
A painting
With tears I have drawn
a painting of your face
With blood I have inked
the red mat under your feet
With agony I have coloured
the shadow by your side
With honey I have shaped
the words from your mouth
With flowers I have adorned
every detail of your body
With waterfalls I have described
the mercy from your presence
With the sun I have symbolized
the state of your loneliness
With clouds I have formed
the blindness of your followers
With fire I have depicted
the longing of your lovers
With prayers I have invoked
the hastening of your...
Suicidal
Let the knife be my pen
Let my body be the ark
Let the words be your love
Let my blood be your pain
Let the separation be my agony
Let my silence be your cry
Let the longing be your grief
Let my face be your sorrow
Let the beats be my scar
Let my dreams be your tears
Let the screams be my haunting
Let my memories be your torment
Let the punishment be your forgiveness
Let my heart be your sacrifice
Let the mercy be your curse
Let my suicide be your life
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It All Seems So Distant
tired, anguished, want to!…but can’t… is sooo! but emptiness prevails… hoping for a near end! ……but the future is absent… crying out, where are you!! ….puzzled, where am i? reaching high, demolishing below…………paradoxal bittersweet madness, a play with words……its all a game, inside my head………….the cosmos and seven galaxies whirling around………….writing of death and tasting it, soooooooo different……the mindset of a martyr with a chained...