Those days. …

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What is this feeling of uneasiness?
My hair, the bed, it’s a mess,
Oh Allah what is this test?
Now I am tired and I want to rest,
Please help me overcome my anger and give me the best,
Why does this heart feels heavy in my chest?

I can’t explain this agony,
Oh Allah, give me some remedy.

Bring me closer now I can’t walk,
My lips move but I can’t talk.
It feels like i am lost in a dense fog,
But I do feel light when I sob.

So will this end?
You know in prayer I raise my hand.

Something does happen like it’s magic,
Like a laughter in tragic.

Unbelievable I believe,
But at times I can’t take the grief,

In front of you I like to weep,
Even if my scars are deep,
I find salvation when I am weak,
It’s the earth that i want to leave.

Oh Allah, patience is what I seek,
Sometimes my future seems bleak,
I know what we sow is what we reap,
But my heart is a stubborn child,
Finding it’s way through the wild.

So bring me back my sanity,
Life is nothing but imaginary,
The hurt will still hurt,
But don’t flowers still bloom in dirt…

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Illusion of false reality.

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Along the worldly attachments,
With hearts so black,
Difficult it becomes to bring life on track
Sadly it’s the faith we lack.

If only here-after was our goal
We would have the purest of soul
Life would be better & whole

But what takes us away,
Do we realize?
It’s our paradise we jeopardize

Don’t we have limited time ?
So who do you think
Would answer for our crimes?

Like an ordinary man
We’ll be buried under the ground
We won’t hear anything nor a sound
Only darkness would hound

Wont it be nice to wake-up from a dream
Face reality because in it lies a gleam.
Knowing the unseen, we’d only scream

The attachment of this life is a lie
We’d only hurt ourselves & cry.

The Time

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Among the crowd
And the voices so loud
I stood there all alone
Watching them, i was angry and worn

Feeling out of place
I was looking for solace
In the wings of the air that I breathed
In the arms of someone I had forgotten

The noise in my head was too much
Wetness under my eyes was like such
Grief couldn’t describe the passing hour
I was lost and tire

They spoke to me sometimes
But my soul had committed a crime

A crime of freedom
And I asked them
If they wanted some

But what was this feeling
Why wasn’t my scar healing

As if my heart was ripped out
My agony was that loud

But I was ignored
Maybe they were bored

To see the dark sight
That I embraced knowing it isn’t white

But in the end
My wounds did bleed
They cared or not
But at night I still weep.