Poetry

Never Yours

They said making dua for the people you love is the purest kind of love. I hope you know you’re in my prayers tonight, and always.

For to be only yours, I begged and prayed.

But what’s left is the price the heart had paid,

For filling it with something that could fade.

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Poetry

Hers

Little did she knew

That her heart already gave her a clue

Of a song He had written in ink blue

Where it sang in a chime that’s new

And it made her wonder, could it be you?

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Poetry

If my Lord asks me

A poem that made Imam Ahmad cry….

If my Lord asks me, “Have you shyness in disobeying me?”

You conceal your sins from my creations – and with sins you come to me.

So how will I answer, O woe to me – and who shall protect me

I keep averting my soul with thoughts of hope from time to time

And I forget what is to come after my death- and what is to come after I shrouded.

As if I am guaranteed life (eternally) – and that death will not come to me.

And when the severe stupor of death overtakes me – who will protect me?

I looked at the faces; is there not from amongst them who will ransom me?

I will be asked regarding what I have prepared in my life to save me (on the Day of Judgement).

Then how will I answer – after I have neglected my religion.

Woe to me! Did I not hear the Speech of Allāh inviting me?

Did I not hear what came in (the chapters of) Qāf and Yā-Sīn?

Did I not hear about the Day of Gathering, the Day of Assemble and the Day of Judgement?

Did I not hear the crier of death inviting me, calling me?

So O my Lord, a slave (turning to you) I have repented – so who then shall shelter me?

Except a Lord extensive in forgiveness – to the truth He will guide me.

I have come to you (in repentance) – so have mercy on me, and make heavy my scales (with good deeds).

And lighten my account – You are the best of who will bring me to account.

 

 

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Nothing will change

Only when I’m thrown into the sea,

Only then I realise how I badly want to breathe, for the people who stood for me.

Only when I’m thrown into the sea,

Only then I realise how it isn’t how it seems, for I alone in this world am tiny.

Because only then, I realise how things won’t change a thing between you and me,

Even if I’m thrown into the sea.

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Meltdown

A meltdown,
And she turns into ice.

Her cold heart no longer takes another twice.
For even an iced heart couldn’t mend those ties.

For promises of forever are not meant for the wise,
only He can give her the warmth back in her eyes.

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