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
Rain falls from far above, but never hurts. Strikes the soil so gently like some one is knocking on the door. By the leave of Allah, it gives life to a dead seed, welcomes it to see the heaven from where it falls. It adorns the green and washes away the dirt and dust. Every heart sinks in the music of drops like the sun sinking in the ocean. The moments become memorable in the eyes which sees these pearls striking and playing every surface. Somewhere, striking silently and somewhere laughs like a child. Rain has the stories, dreams and sleep. Wish I could fly like a falcon to see it’s home, to listen it’s wishes, to feel the excitement and joy before they come for us. Rain is a blessing from Allah.
The rain gives peace to my soul The rain reminds me of my stories
A sunset burning in the golden water Flames not rising up but seeping deep Without any smoke, clear and crystal Warmth is only felt to heart, amusing it’s beats Eyes seeing the glimpse of rare paradise of the day How satisfying is this sigh taken within? Expanding the aura of soul Reveling in the poetry of resplendent rays The trees are singing the farewell song for the setting sun The sky is spreading the melody in artistic colours How pleasant is it to the hearts? A sign of the creation of Allah among the infinite signs I wonder how much grateful I should be to have these eyes Witnessing such a marvelous beauty How much grateful I should for the light he has given me? The sun will depart and the day will pass But, My Lord will always remain in my heart So, All the praises belong to Allah Who is the Most Gracious and the Most Merciful.
Kindness heals you within like the rain heals the dead soil Words of soul are heard even spoken in low tune Why you adore the body much if it has to get old and wrikled? Kindness adores you within with pearls of prayers from others
Let this enemy die in us which blinds us from gratefulness True! One not grateful to people can never be grateful to HIM Open the doors with the virtue of being grateful You will see hearts waiting to welcome you in their unseen chambers
Truth is above all, holding the balance of creation A light which guides us to HIM Truth is what the tongue should speak Beacuse truth gives the real address of the hearth
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”