Seeking True Words

As I grew older
I lost the words out of my heart
Even though my voice became stable
But my words lost the touch of freedom
The freedom I was having
When my heart was big
When I was a child

I yearn to go back
to embrace those innocent words
But I can’t
They are left in me like the pictures on the walls
To measure the innocence left in me
Why I grew older?
To speak what my heart doesn’t wish
Now, I care more for the world
Even if my heart remains unheard
I shape my words for them
But they still remain unshaped for me
Why so desperation?
I ask myself, why?
The world has craved out my essence
Leaving it to die for her lies
Where is my heart?
Whose Lord is the Lord of heavens and earth
As it was rightly said
You do not die when your body dies
But you die
When your heart is dead
O Allah! Save me from this curse
Give life to my heart
Fill it with tranquility from your treasures
Make it pure like I had when I was a child
I don’t want to die for the desire of this cruel world
Which crush the softness and glow of my heart
Make people to meet my heart, not my false identify
That I have to leave back in this world
Let them listen to what my heart speaks
Nor the decorated words coming under the teeth

I pray,
Make my way easy to seek the true words from You, my Lord!

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




Make Me Die As A Believer

O Allah, the most merciful!
Give space to my small heart
To hold back my emotions embedded with pride
Indeed I am weak, indeed I fall in err
You have made this world spacious
Your have made heavens without any rift

Heal my soul, heal my heart
Heal my relationships, heal my patience
Make me worthy for that great event
When You will resurrect all together
I know, I am not grateful enough
For all the favours you bestowed upon me

Make me not seen of people
Enshroud me in the veil of mercy
Make my tears fall every time I prostrate
You are indeed All-hearer, All-knower

O Allah, You gave me life
And you will cause me to die
My body will mix with the soil
But my Rooh(soul) will return where it belongs
I indeed have less deeds to count
I indeed have less of every good
How could I stand before You that day?
About which there is no doubt
You only I worship, You only I seek help from
Make not this world to overcome me
You brought me to this world as a submitter to You
I pray to You, ” Make me die as a believer”

Over my Head

Over my head
Are creatures of freedom
My emotions have dried like a desert
I can’t feel their wings
Tied with the chains in this world
Tied with greed, Tied with desires

I know, I see the sky
But still admire the human waste
I know,.I see the freedom
But still seek the slavery of insignificant monarchs
My heart and mind
Are on two different paths
And I am stuck between
Slavery and freedom

Over my head
Actually
I see the contrast in me between two lines

I Saw…

I am lost to that extent
Even I don’t know, who am I?
When I saw death passing near by me
I felt in me that I am alive
Life is not an elixir, that I could drink
But the cup of death had to be taken by every one
The tears in eyes are witnessing something of us
As if it is either helplessness or deep sadness
I even myself could never know the condition of my heart
Why then should I sneak in other hearts?
It is true, hearts are where God lives
Which way the heart would turn, nothing of this world know
I just heaped some words in me
My lips uttered the words but my heart spoke something else
The is no other greatest helplessness as of before death
That life passed away and no chance is left
But the forgetfulness of God is, even more, greater helplessness
That life is there, but chances are taken away
I just kept wondering and wondering and ended up looking myself
Unthankful of these favors by Him, I saw a person in myself  

Weaved with your Heart

True are those you weave with your heart
Whether they be words or relations

One does not die when his body dies
One dies when his heart is dead

My wish is to see the beautiful hearts
And listen to the stories that changed them

My heart not being a beautiful one
Atleast could keep their stories in mine

I Wonder, what is the secret of the soul?
How it feels the belief we have?

Is life a relationship of body and soul?
Is death an end to this relationship?

Who would answer me these things?
Life! We experience with every passing moment

Death is just one and unknown
So, weave the truth in your heart

Nourish the soul with Words of God
Only His words are absolute

Don’t measure the world with what you have
Measure yourself as per the deeds you have done

Your hands have come empty and would go empty
Be remembered as a prayer in someone’s heart

Life is priceless and a blessing
But will still leave us dead one day

What will remain to be remebered?
That, what you weaved with your heart





See You what?

See you what? My face!
But I lie deep in myself
Where you need to see through my eyes
Unfolding the secrets behind every emotion

No one hands one’s key of heart
Untill not seeing his place in you
Embrace the soul with your soul
Afterall the body is the dirt of the earth


Your eyes see the world before them
Unseen in the seen is the real thing
Don’t take the smile a sign of happiness
Some smiles also emerges from sad hearts

Again I ask! See you what?
See the self, see who you are
Open the doors of world inside
To see the what really exist outside

I can’t complain…

I can’t complain to my eyes
they have the right
to stay awake in the memories
of the ones whom they have seen
all there life
I can understand
why they don’t want to sleep
How could they?
when my aching heart
longs for the one voice of my loved ones
I know my eyes keep wondering
that how it feels
when the eyes of my fellow people are blinded
So, how could they sleep
in this melancholy


I wonder
at this strange
relationship of heart and eyes
when one pain other shed tears
when one sees beauty other rejoices
But what could I say about mine
It has just taken away the sleep of my eyes
But I can’t complain
I can’t
Because
How my people are living under seige
have seized me
my heart
and
my eyes
So, why should I complain my eyes?

HEARTS DO REMEMBER

Hearts do remember
The things you do to them
Scars are left deep within
When you maul them
You will keep walking down the lane of life
Stepping forward with no coming back again
Carrying the burden of memories
Carrying regretful stories
With time smiling is no easy
And fakeness doesn’t last for long
You will remember
Those hearts in you

Charity of one true smile
May vanish the yearlong grief
Holding a hand
May make someone to rise again
One true prayer
May do unthinkable to someone
And down the lane of life
They will be waiting for you to come
As if you laid the brick
Now there is a home to live
Everlasting peace and tranquility
Hearts do remember
The things you do to them