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
Innocence is the garden of heart, supremely beautiful An identity of the Prophet An existential integrity for us to be humans A veneer of the purity of the soul A appraise of beauty of the emotions
Innocent heart even reach out with their silence to Allah None of the faces in the world is as beautiful as innocence Innocence is the beauty of glimpses, and purity In whose eyes it appears, the sky along with rain sets in the them When it resides in the heart, every words emerging from it touches
Innocence is the philosophy of justice It is the evidence of righteousness and piety the foundation of life, the wetness of the eyes, the ornament of the smile of a child
Innocence is an untold truth, character of the angels Innocence is the love of Allah, His remembrance Innocence is the way to solicit to Allah
Where has it gone The innocence we used to live The purity that used to reflect on visage Where has it gone Greed in the demeanor of selfishness Devour our innocence Or we have surrendered before Ugly materialism Where to find How to get The innocence we used to live There would be a great havoc If couldn’t find it There wouldn’t be clue of our existence If we couldn’t find our lost innocence Where has it gone….
If words remain unspoken They become a burden on the heart Sometimes acceptable, sometimes unbearable
We keep repeating them in our thoughts But to no avail, they won’t reach there The more we cry out loud in the silence They only keep sinking in the quagmire of solitude
Words are not that facile when they hit the beats Sometimes they are like pegged nails They cause affliction when wished to be pulled out And the silent pain keeps burning the blood And it keeps simmering when they get screamed by our councious
Some words deafen the ears Phobic to ear drums But somehow reach the hearts And sow their seed for the years to come
Words can touch, but can also scratch Words can heal, but can also break Words are like that, born in the heart and resides under teeth If they are like thorns which can make the way tragic Then seek the guidance from the Lord
He listens in the darks of the hearts No word can remain unspoken and hidden from Lord He removes the burden of souls when you stand before Him He talk with you in His book, the words which came down from heavens The ears of the world can be deaf, but Your Lord never forsakes anyone Put your trust in Him, and let your words speak to Allah, the most high
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!
Human essence can’t exist without emotions The tears in eyes, smile on lips are the most appealing entity But behind the veil they are pruned out of emotions
Emotions are like waves in an ocean of soul Sometimes calm, singing the melody to the captain of the ship But when they turn the tune to storm, they can engulf even the roars of thunder
When empathy adorns the hearts, the emotions recites the odes of angels Full of praises from the heavens acquiring stature above bodily existence
We love, feel the happiness, peace and contentment Emotions bounds us with the hearts of people, decorate a dwelling for us in them Makes us to embrace the beauty which our eyes see and hearts feel
Emotions lit the fire of passion to overcome impossible Emotions drive revolutions with the slogans which tears the deafness of suppression
Emotions craves the humanness to the perfect shape in the humans Emotions are the motion in which life runs along the clock
When they get sprinkled by the divine touch of Lord, the most gracious and the most merciful They free us from the slavery of the world to wander in the divine and pure guidance of Allah They become our utmost strength, to withstand the trails and tribulations of the world They become our home where we keep our love and care for others
Emotions are the colours of faces, some are hidden and some are apparent Emotions associated to things raise their essence And those associated with Allah, the All Seer, raise your essence
Don’t break heart as they are decorated by the buds of emotions If you will crush them, they will plead before Allah And know that, heart is where Lord resides Beware, don’t hurt the emotions of anyone
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
After the rain, the sun shines bright. The sky becomes blue and opens the doors of heaven. The whiteness of clouds appear like a crown on the mountain tops. Some strains of whiteness appear like the ship sailing in the sea of blueness.
The bright light glitters the grass and lamina of leaves reflect the freedom of freshness and vigor. The eyes hide the story of rain and enjoy the rhymes of sun. The heart wants to roam in the open fields to see the horizon.
Farmers go out after the happiness of rain to see the life in soil. A smile is placed of the sloped roofs when the novel light shines the remain of rain. They have already played their music, now is the time for them to glare bright. The story continues after the rain.
I have found people in two different ways. One who find you by the essence of your soul and makes a relation based on love emanating from the heart which subsides the opinion they may have for you and doesn’t let the differences to supercede the relation of love from the heart. Often, these relations become unbreakable, unshakable and above the trait of self sufficiency. They find happiness in your happiness.
Second are those, for whom essence of soul is inferior to the opinions they make of you. If conditions are favourable, there opinions and words too will be favourable for you and vice versa. When there is no effort on the recognition of true essence, a clear trait of self sufficiency could be evident and happiness will only acquire a opportunistic shape. A conditional happiness.
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”