To My Lord

O Allah!
Put my love in their hearts
To be remembered in their prayers
Not on their lips
To be remembered in their talks
Tie my heart with Your remembrance
To make my beats resonate with peace
You are the bestower of everything
Bestow upon me contentment and tranquillity
Take the hate away from me
This hate and pride is making me to hate myself
It keeps smoldering my soul
Seeps my senses and make me low
I know, You listen
Save me, O Allah!
From becoming enemy of my ownself
I want to enter Your house with pureness
I want to prostrate with tears to attain deep happiness
Your creation is the sign of Your might
Verily! my sight is too incompetent to reach across the heavens
You are our watcher, You are our patron
My breaths belong to You, My beats belong to You
To You I belong, To You I will return




After

This season will also pass
What filled the air will too travel far from our towns
New feelings will emerge, new energies will be born
Life will keep singing
Either songs or silence
Memories will be there
Some in hearts, some on walls
Some before the eyes, some closed in pages
Only to be remembered for the ages

Gardens will again allure the bees
That our eyes will see
Petals will be in crave
To be touched by fingers
Gifting a blush on tired faces

The river will flow with passion
To make her heard in the sleep of silent nights
And freedom will come
to sit and enjoy while sitting on her side

Beautiful eyes will open
With the call for prayers before the sun
Feet will make their way to Allah’s House
Remembrances of Lord will buzz on tounges
All Hands will be raised before the Lord
To pray for well being of everyone
To pray for peace and happiness

Hearts will be adored
by the priceless words of Allah’s book
The sun will shine bright
Enlightening the corners of world
The gates will open
In welcome of blessed guests

The day will begin on a note, Written with many sentences
With the opening line, “In the name of Allah, the most Gracious and the most Merciful”

Beauty will be again defined by the thoughts
Written with hands, read with hearts

Birds will again fly far from us, along with the kites
Kids will be delightful while looking at them

School buses will horn outside the gate
For not getting late and children will run
With tied laces and innocent faces

Once our lands will get freedom from this disease
And from the malice in our hearts
We will see all this again
In sha Allah ( if Allah wills)
After this season will pass

Till then I will pray for you
And you will pray for me

Come and See

These aching stories of this valley
Has created holes in my soul
Come and see! What it is like to be
When autumn has covered the graves
For those who could not even see the last glimpses
Because they were unknown of the deaths


Come and see! The deep affliction
The pain and the suffocation
The pain in the heart of a mother
The agony in the bodies of living


Come and see! The marks on skin
The torn eyes and loud cries
The unmarked graves
The waiting mothers and half widows


Come and see! Kashmir
The valley of sorrow

SPARK

When love is deep
Its warmth produces a spark
Kindling a candle
which long time ago
was doused by a sad sleep

Far away we go
to find one true moment of life
drenched in pure and divine love
we even keep searching in our dream
where we keep chasing the upstream
casting about, from where it flows
But what we find is
an unending journey, with no destination
Just taking us towards the death
untill we don’t look in ourselves

Wake up to live for the love
Whose spark is in you
There are candles still in those hearts
that you left
Again you can enlighten
The dark depths of love
For love is deep
Between the hearts

It will Remain…

Love
It will remain
Either we are close or far
It’s stories has distances in them
But hearts feel the presence
It merges day in dreams
And night in thoughts
Adorns every season with its charm
Be it winter, be it summer
Be it autumn, be it spring
It is not a choice
It just happens
It is love
Not a decision

Embellished by both
Words and silence
Recreates emotions
Recreates passion
Gifts both
Tears and smile
Love is the reason, why
life is beautiful

Love
It will remain
Either we are close or far

In Pursuit

I was in pursuit of one night
to sleep in the fathomless silence
in me and around me
Absorbing all the pain and agony
of every living person in my Valley
and taking all their despair with me in my dreams
where I could bury it for a moment

I wondered how that would feel like
to bury the pain of a mother
living in the memories of his lost son
to bury the pain of a father
living in a hope that justice will be served
to bury the pain of a friend
whose friend fell to bullets just next to him
to bury the pain of millions of hearts
who lost their loved ones
I wondered how much I had to dig deep
to bury the infinite stories of despair

I fell down to my knees out of my helplessness
and became uncouncious and when I woke up
I saw a crystal clear river
where I saw beautiful young man in the boats
I asked them who they were why this river was glittering like gold?
they greeted me with a beautiful voice
and told me

“We are the sons of that Valley
and these are the tears of our mothers
we are guarding them till the day of judgement
when each drop of tear would stand witness against those tyrants
who martyred us because we stood before their injustice
we know why are you here?
in pursuit to bury the despair
give that to us
we will keep it as we have nothing of your world
Atleast in this, we could see the reflection of our loved ones
God will keep multiplying it till the day of resurrection
and will replace with blessings and mercy to them
when you will go back
Give our message to the ones struggling

“Never loose hope and faith
as God has sowed us in your soil
for the glory to come”

just walk some distance as you still have to meet some other persons”

I walked where they told me to go
I saw persons with the most beautiful eyes
they were like the lightening in the sky
and the world in front of them was as beautiful as those eyes
I stood lost in them
I inquired them about this beauty
they told me

“These are the eyes of the ones
who have lost their sight due to pellets showered on them
We are preserving them till the day of judgement
and we have been kept blind to see anything from them
for their seeing will be unfolded only to those blinds living in that valley
Give a message to them from us

“soon the gloom will end and for them the beautiful worlds are waiting”

Suddenly I opened my eyes
and my beard was drenched in tears
I opened the window of my room
and saw a beautiful sunlight waiting to depart
the night I was in pursuit had just begun
but the weight of despair in me had already been lightened

Keep Your Trust in Him

Happiness is alive in you
Why then you keep killing yourself with prevailing sadness?
A tree has to bear the pain of winter
That too stripped of its leaves
But never it gives up on its fruits
When you walked your first step
For sure you were going to fall in the next one
But that was your rise to run miles in the life
You are the one who can reason
You are undeterred irrespective of the season
You have the voice, you have the vision
Allah has promised to suffice you with the provision

Why then worry?
Rise with the truth of your life, to overcome the fear of death
Bow down to your Creator when there is call for prayer
Be the one, successful by the words mentioned in Allah’s Book
Be the one to smile when in trouble by keeping your trust in Him

TOGETHER

What HE(GOD) has kept in me, has not kept in you
What HE has kept in you, has not kept in me
But has kept something in us, that bonds us
And has kept something in us, that breaks us

Even the snow falls from the same sky, but none of flakes are same
Diversity is the character of nature and it’s beauty
Differences when filled with love bring peace and happiness
Like the rain fills the soil to nourish the summer
when filled with hate destroy the harmony and synthesis
Like an earthquake propagates cracks in the ground,
destroys homes
ruins gardens

What HE has kept in day, has not kept in night
What HE has kept in night, has not kept in day
But has kept dusk and dawn at it’s ends
For to bond them with the kiss of sun rays
At dawn, kissing the night to depart
At dusk, kissing the day to emerge from the gloom
And the flowers bloom afterwards,
some turning their faces, while others open their petals

Take some love from the dusk
When the Sun is about to send the ray for birds in the nest


Take some love from the dusk
When birds have reached their dwelling after wetting their wings in the setting sun

Sow it between you and me, to be that something,
bonding us together
Not breaking apart

Millions Out There…

There is not only one lamp of hope in the world
That would douse and life would lose the essence
If no one is there, then know God is there
Just contemplate and you will feel the presence

In the crevices of the soul, He fills light
You can’t see any rift in the heavens with your sight
No one could stand before His might
Who has created this open sky for birds to take flight?

Why should then hope die in us?
Why should we kneel down to bow before the cruel world?
A slave of God is a true freeman
A slave of world and it’s evanescent masters is a true vassal

Break the mirror of deception in front of you
Look beyond to recognize the truth in you
You have one shot at life with no coming again
If one hope had doused, there are millions out there

Remembering Allah

O shackles of the world!

Break down and let me free

My soul is not from the place

Where my body belongs

Let me drown

In the remembrance of the One

To Whom belongs all

From the particle of dust to the stars

You see above

What we boast about?

Forgetting, from where we came?

Forgetting, where we have to go?

My pride falls too low

When I imagine my dead end

Picturing myself lying in the grave

To be left alone with nothing of the world

That I owned for some days

Only thing I feel real are the tears

That I shed in remembering my Lord

I came alone

I will leave alone

But my Lord never left me alone

And only unto HIM is my return