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
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.
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.
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.
