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...
In the spring
rain falls down
to touch your face In the summer
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
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
What black and gothic lines
Have been spilled To forgive others is hard
Who are you?
makes men out of wolves Who are you?
creates martyrs from cowards Who are you?
whose last words
are prayers for your killer Who are you?
is holier then Kabah? Who are you?
is a mirror of the Quran? Who are you?
the angels line up for Who are you?
gives hope to the demons Who are you?
give visions to the blind Who are you?
unveils the unseen Who are you?
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...
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 Share this:-->
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...