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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The passing hour…

Ignorance is my dear friend,
The world is easier if you pretend,
Because it is a wretched place
And everybody has two face.

The days fall short,
At times, In my agony I rott,
When the moonlight shines through the sky,
In the quietness of the night i ask myself why?

The burden i feel is heavy,
Detachment is hard with all this gravity,
Through hatred I am alive,
Without it, how would I even survive.

But my emotions play funny,
My days are not always sunny,
Darkness is my refuge,
Between right & wrong am confused.

Tired as I may sound,
Believe me am bound,
To breathe this very air,
Sometimes it’s my existence I can’t bear.

Under the soil I’ll be buried,
Only then I will be freed,
So let my death reach me soon,
I can’t stand looking at another moon…

A saint or a sinner?

Sinner by the day,
A saint by night,
In front of the mirror,
I see an ugly sight.

My heart is remorseful,
My soul is hurtful,
But I consume the guilt,
Back again I dwell in the filth.

I wonder if there is an end,
The world has given me no friend.
Bones to ashes,
At night i see haunted flashes.

Come to my rescue,
And save me from this hell,
But the world asks me for my soul,
In exchange I only get a burning coal.

But when the night falls,
In the silence someone calls,
My heart quivers,
And my lips whisper.

The eyes swallow the ocean,
And i don’t allow any intrusion,

In the moment of quietness,
Prayers touch the lips,
And I am broken into every bits.

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.

Trying the trials.

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Wondering along the city of thoughts
She came to a point untangling the knots

But the ribbons of problem wouldn’t cut
And her determination was shaken and shut

The frustration in her mind
Played tricks so ugly and not very kind

It took her to a place
Where she found herself blindfolded in the empty space

No one was there
Just the quietness in the air

And she stood their figuring out the way
To the unknown darkness and grey

Her lips were sealed
Like the dusty old chest

And her wounds were deep
That it was impossible to sleep

Such was the chaos
So mean, so evil
But all she wanted was to fly like an eagle

There were mountains with such heights
But her visions were pure and white

How petrifying it was to jump
But she knew she wasn’t born to live in a slump

The hardness of wind hit her face
Breaking every inch of her bones
As if she hit rocks and stones

But what would it be if she never tried
Wouldn’t life be pointless not knowing why she cried??