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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

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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





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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

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One Among Them

When words strangle your soul
The restlessness recrudesces on the forehead
I become lost somewhere deep in me
As if I have been pushed from the ship to drown in the sea
I want to see the bottom
where the words are scratching my counscious

The world will allure you to it’s lies
But only here we can also find the truth
Every age has been a test for humanity
Why then we should curse our times?
My words take different shapes inside
Sometimes forms questions and sometimes answers
But what I find is that they are relative
Changes their size and weight with the emotions

Only His words are absolute, the Lord of all ages
We only see a drop of life in His infinite ocean of creations
He guides whom He wills
I pray for myself to be one among them



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Millions Out There…

There is not one lamp of hope in the world
That would douse and life would lose the essence
If no one is there, then know God is there
Just contemplate and you will feel the presence

In the crevices of the soul, He fills light
You can’t see any rift in the heavens with your sight
No one could stand before His might
Who has created this open sky for birds to take flight?

Why should the hope die in us?
Why should we kneel down to bow before the cruel world?
A slave of God is a true freeman
A slave of world and it’s evanescent masters is a true vassal

Break the mirror of deception in front of you
Look beyond to recognize the truth in you
You have one shot at life with no coming again
If one hope had doused, there are millions out there

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Remembering Allah

O shackles of the world!

Break down and let me free

My soul is not from the place

Where my body belongs

Let me drown

In the remembrance of the One

To Whom belongs all

From the particle of dust to the stars

You see above

What we boast about?

Forgetting, from where we came

Forgetting, where we have to go

My pride falls too low

When I imagine my dead end

Picturing myself lying in the grave

To be left alone with nothing of the world

That I owned for some days

Only thing I feel real are the tears

That I shed in remembering my Lord

I came alone

I will leave alone

But my Lord never left me alone

And only unto HIM is my return

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I belong to You…

Prayers lighten my heavy heart
Which is fighting with the nails of vices
breaking with the burden of choices
But words of God show me the way
To keep me standing with the new day

The desires keep nipping me inside
I just want to walk a way and they keep me aside
I want to unlock the doors of life but they keep weaving a trap
I want the silence, they come and clap

O Allah! Betow upon me a blanket of wisdom
with which I could wrap my soul
Strengthen my weakness
Strengthen my will
Before the fight with the world
My battle is with myself
Rise me like the sun
Illuminating the world in me
Give wings to my hopes
To hold unto your rope
Provide for me from Your unseen treasures
Bless me with courage and patience
Make me a brick in the wall standing against injustice
Make my voice amomg the voices for freedom
I know
To You I belong, to You I will return
Make my return as being the righteous one
Amen!

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Die Trying

From dirt I am made
to dirt I will return
in between lies the journey of freedom
I will die trying
whether that even being alone

to hell with the world
what if it forgets your name tomorrow
what has it remembered till now?
the wars are still there
the people are still dying
millions in my land are under siege
millions out there are being killed
in the name of peace
some lines from my friend
are still fresh in my mind
that you win the war
only when the humanity wins
the war to kill
is a loss to everyone

humanity dies every day
where I live
the tears in the eyes of a mother
speaks everything
when they take her world away
what world would you offer her to live?
yes, I mention her in every writing
because every day someone loses her son
the pain has no resemblance
a blot on the face of us
who call themselves humans
I can’t watch her to loose
which she loves the most
I can’t watch her wail
watching her son being taken to grave
these are not just words in my heart
this is all what I have

From dirt I am made
to dirt I will return
in between lies the journey of freedom
I will die trying

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I Found What I Am

I finally found what I am
A corpse of tomorrow
Shrouded in a white cloth

I finally found what I am
A life that has to die

So what am I boasting about?
what?
money, power and fame
strength, beauty and authority
or the relationships in the world
Am I proud of these thing
These lies
which will depart me soon
A dead leaves without them

nothing is absolute that I see
as evident from the past
where are they who came before me
I got carried away in the lights of the world
I forgot who I was
I deceived my eyes
in the lies
I never realized my existence
I sinned, out of my ignorance
As I never realized
I also have to die

I turn to you
O Allah!
….to be continued

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Famous

I also wanted to become famous
But among whom?
the ones who do not even know you
they just follow a trend
the investors have invented
for the current season
No
I don’t want such fame
I don’t want to become even known
even to the single one of them

even if the truth is unrecognizable
I will follow it
Not those advertised lies on the screens
And I will become famous
if not in the world
but surely before my Lord