THE WAY

 When everything was taken away
That was the time I learned to live
Because only life was left with me
With the certain death always near it

 Even the silent wind started to speak
But it was me unaware
Those words were also mine
That came from the deep rooted memories

 I still remember that road
Abandoned by people long ago
Kept wondering why only I am walking
And what is ahead of me?

 Oh! that window then with new pans
Was shattered by those stones
I also wanted to throw one
but when I bowed, got hold of broken glasses

 Unheard thing out of myself
Started ringing my ears
I tried to just close them
But those words kept seeping through my fingers

I went to the side of the river
Dipping my hands into the water
For dropping those heavy words
But its water was more heavy to take them in

I sat there waiting and trying
At last I again left for the same road
Not knowing where would I reach
Just in search of life in me


 I saw a gardener in between
Watering the dry soil with a smile
A nightingale was witnessing that
I understood, it was the delight of coming flowers


 My tiredness broke me to my knees
In middle of nowhere with darkness all around
With a heavy heart full of tears
But my eyes were not giving them the way to flow


 I heard a beautiful voice from somewhere
The eyes opened up to see a light
I followed and found the God’s house
Surrounded by the mercy everywhere


 I went inside and fell in prostration
My eyes began to flow with the tears
The burden of those words was vanished
It was the day when I lived my real life

Today, I may have everything
But those tears of that day
And The life of those momente
Is again on a search in me

 I still have those broken glasses
What if that window is far away
But hope is there to find the new panes
So to fix it and leave it new again

Tears

By a wonderful writer

Tears are not only those that flow from eyes
Tears are also those which hearts cry

Tears could be hidden in the smile
Tears could be someone’s life
Some carry it with their lives
Some carry it with their silence
Tears are the witness before Allah
Tears are pearls of the paradise

Tears are not only those that flow from eyes
Tears are also those which hearts cry

Sacred water from great depth known to only Allah
So pure in emotional makeup.
They spring from vortex of deep emotions,
They flow in moments of greif,
They flow in moments of happiness.
They hold a deep mystry,
They wipe out the misery.
Like pearls they stream out of deep joy,
Like healing potion at times of grief.
That drop of tear dribbling out of eyes revealing thousands of stories of pain
Appear as dew drops on eyelashes,
Appear as Streams of clear water as they flow over cheeks.
Healing the scares on soul,
Providing moment of peace ,
Opening doors of heavens ,
By increasing intensity in repentance.
Tears are the way to realisation
Tears are the connection with Divinity
Tears are blessing in this life
Tears are reasons for true smiles
Tears are silent words unfolding innermost
Tears are the beautiful seas hidden in eyes
Hidden in the hearts, hidden in the souls
Hidden in love, hidden in the relationships
Hidden in the moments of life

Tears are not only those that flow from eyes
Tears are also those which hearts cry

People

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.

Love

Immersion of love in the heart wets your eyes
Your walls of heart break down in the joy of freedom
You yearn to embrace the soul with yours
Differences vanish within the hands, that join together

It plugs the cracks inherited from the pain
It gives you depth to search from within
Love becomes the reason to seek life from God
A source of peace for the ones where love resides

It could be the love of mother to her son
Between the friends living together all along
Between the man and her wife
Between anyone bound by the promises
But love for God is above all
Love for Him is a feeling where your indentity dwells
A freedom, A strength
A hope, A truth
Love for God is the real life

STRANGER

Something strange around
Gazing you over and over again
You hear every day of it among the sounds
Surrounding everyone here in the world
Man only knows that
He lives in this world
But where this world lives is unknown
Legacies, wars and all success
Do they only belong here?
Do you belong here?
Or is it just a play for a while
And you
not even travelling a mile
You took as if it was the reality
Here, you are for just a span
Won’t live longer than these mountains
Egos and proudness will rust and decay
Time has not spared anyone
No space is there to escape
Appointed time awaits everyone
So something strange is around
And the strangeness will meet you
As a stranger of death

TEARS OF SIN

Tears, I want to keep always in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by mirage of happiness

Sins committed knowingly have left me dry inside and
Keep hurting my heart and soul with shame and guilt
I Pray for the tears to flow
Washing away the dark ink of my heart

Tears, I want to keep always in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by the mirage of happiness

I want even my smile, moisturised with the tears
Preventing it to go too far to turn to laugh
Laughing makes me forgettable of the past
And alone I fear of
the sudden remembrance of those sins in between
That leave me deserted in sadness

Tears, I want to keep in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by the mirage of happiness

Life has no doors to escape from dead moments
If it would have been a book, I would have torn the pages of sin
Burden of sins is heavily on the souls
Regrets and deep down sorrows left there
I am a believer in ONE GOD
Believing that, GOD would forgive my sins
Faith and hope are what keep me walking
Saving my soul from the waves of existing sins

Tears, I want to keep in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by the mirage of happiness

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