Poetry

Resident of my heart

He slept, got up and left

But he resided in most part that she had

For the memories he carved

Made her turn him into a resident of her heart

But he never knew that part

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First love

I said my first love

will be my last

But I Guess we both had to lead our own path

And now I say my first love

Is just my past

That comes with a pricey heart’s aftermath

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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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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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