Happiness

By a wonderful secret writer…

Happiness ( The most wanted feeling in every world)
Happiness is when every beat of your heart sings the song of freedom,
Happiness is living life of honesty ,truth and justice,
Happiness is wiping away the darkness of hatred  and jealousy from the walls of your heart,
Happiness is feeling the true essence of love inside your heart,
Happiness is walking away from worldly worries,
Happiness is when you feel enlightment in ocean of knowledge ,
Happiness is when there is clarity and purity in your thoughts,
Happiness is experiencing closeness with your creator,
Happiness is when your soul emanates the rays of divine lights,
Happiness is in the eyes of true believer,
Happiness is in realising the greatness of your Lord,
Happiness is in the prostration in front of Allah.
True happiness isn’t a momentarily feeling, it is flow of tranquility in  your existence.

MEMORIES

Worn out after a long weary day
I sat on a big old chair facing the west
Looking at the beautiful twilight
and the gloomy sun of the peaceful evening
about to set behind the mighty mountains

Took a deep sigh while closing my eyes
Everything appeared still and silent
Except for the remains of chirping of birds while going back to their nests
Meanwhile, I heard some little voices
Small footsteps and a lot of giggles
Twilight started fading in my mind
Something familiar with my life started to appear like a dream


“A little boy was running here and there
Smiling and playing without any care
He was Singing his own songs while catching the butterflies
His mother was sneaking behind the curtains
With a lot of glee and hidden smiles

He was busy in his own world of imagination
With no boundaries for love and freedom
His mother came out to catch him with her loving arms
Running behind with a spoon with food
He ran with a surprising smile to escape the love
She hid herself behind the tree
And caught him with a warm hug
Kissed his red cheek and put the spoon in his mouth
Took him inside the lovely house
Closed the door and also my dream”


Soon those voices began to fade
Last light of the sun hit my eyes
I heard someone calling from the widow
Son, get up as AZAN is being called
Wash yourself for the prayer”
I saw my mother behind the same curtains
My memories brought a tear into the eyes
I again took a deep sigh

 I saw around, everything was changed
But what remained unchanged was
The love of my mother
And the time of prayer

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

SEPARATION

A lonely bird flying in my chest
Pecking my memories, flying back to its nest
Heaping them for the winter, about to come

I am walking down the lane
To see the setting sun
Kissing those remaining sun rays, breathing their last

I remember that window and its glass
Reflecting your face in my eyes
Now left in me are just the deep down sighs
I keep laughing while I cry
unfamiliar with this smile, bringing down the tears
You never came to rescue, when my heart was burning

Not your fault, because you never knew
My words are now left in the grave of my heart
Sometimes I visit them and stand for a while
Again I would see that lonely bird
searching for the same memories
but
Now, I am habitual with this pain of separation

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

IN YOUR DREAMS

You are like the melody of the river
Playing in the silence of my valley
I Walk along the side in the day
to see the reflection of your mysteries
At night, I sleep listening what you sing
Along with the swirling winds
When I stand besides you
You sprinkle the water droplets as you strike
The stones
When I go deep in the forest
You keep calling me with beautiful names
And when I come back you have a new song to sing
Sun sets in the west
Is the best
Moment of the day
As you dazzle in the golden light
I just can’t lift my eyes of you
As you fill the air with silent breeze
Touncing my face and my lips
I take a step to say something back
But the sun takes its light back
Speechless I stand as those moments get vanish
I return back in wait for the other day
You againgstart singing the sleeping songs
And I sleep in your dreams

https://rehs.com/

Is Not Destiny Ahead?

Is not the destiny ahead?
Then stop and ease for a while
Nothing is lost, no hope had died
Still the dreams are alive
Pain is like a season and will pass too
Imagine the sun and rain, both are winsome

Why should not I tell you about the snow in my Land?
White and pure
My hands shiver in the cold, but my eyes dazzle with brightness
The struggle of my land had taught me love
Like a lesson written in the book
It is true that Kashmir is beautiful
But our tears are more
They hide and express every emotion
They reflect in our smiles like the images on the mirror
We have learnt to live with them as a blessing
As the pious souls shed them remembering Allah
A mother in the memory of her martyred son
They flow from the eyes of the father, sister and friend too
Carrying the burden of our sufferings
And address them to Allah
Making our tounges to utter the same line
Is not destiny ahead?
Peace is yet to come

THE FIGHT

If my fall is your rise
Take me to the cliff of highest mountain
But do you have the strength to climb
As I have already gathered it
Not only to climb but also to fall
Who says oceans are without borders
They are afraid even to cross the river
The one sailing in the oceans
Already has land in the eyes
If my death is your life
Then take even my days
But how would you live
Without the significance of death
Who says thirsty deserts are harsh
They are afraid to come out in the sun
The one travelling in the deserts
Already has breeze in the heart
If my failure is your success
Then take a step to earn it
But how would you succeed
Without knowing what failure means

Soldiers of Revolution


Known to them was that revolution has sharp thorns
Being audacious, carried it on their shoulders
Sacrificial blood would also had passed by their eyes
But hope of emerging flower after revolution kept them alive

Their nights in battle fields never let them to sleep
With a dream of revolution in their luminous eyes
Forgetful of their pain, kept surviving with deep motivation
Having the passion, to turn tears into pearls

Every drop of their blood has made the land fertile
For those to come, building walls of legacy on them
Sacrifice was something they understood with true meaning
Kept doing all their lives for protecting those buds to come

Smelling a scent of their blood, filled with spiritual passion
Breaking the shackles that kept my heart tied so long
Their utmost struggle is the drive for our struggle
God has kept rising the tyrants only for their great falls

A HOPE… #Kashmir

A hope
that beautiful days await
At every evening, I would be in the garden
looking at the setting sun
listening to the call for prayer
waiting to bow down with the righteous ones

the war would be over
violence would end
no more homes would be raised down
no more young blood would flow
freedom would be ours
harmony would prevail
paper boats from little hands
would sail without fear
no more tears
no more screams
no more pain

A mother would not be afraid
for her son
not to return back
days would be peaceful
nights soulful
coffins would remain resting

sounds of laughter
feeling of togetherness
warmth of love
would return
rule of law
without flaw
would hold

smiles on lips would be glowing
winds would be blowing
Singing the freedom songs of martyrs
paradise would return
to the long-forgotten valley
with the mercy of Allah

they can kill me
but not my hope