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Category: poetry
If I can see my soul
I often wonder
what would I do
If i can see my soul.
Like I see myself
in the mirror whole.
Could I also paint
like I do to my face .
hiding all its scars
and ugliness
under the base ?
Could it be ugly and poor
starved ,weak and old ?
With torn clothes ,
and skin with folds.
sobbing for help!
Lost-Part 2
How do I
name this feeling
Of avoid
Of escape
From my own self.
Fearing to stand
in front of myself.
Where it is
me against me.
Where the other
asks the account
of life’s each day !
Of life’s each moment.
And I haven’t a penny
Of any worthy actions
to fill up the wasted
baskets of time.
Life is running
out of time!
These moments
are evaporating.
Stronger I try to hold
faster they slip
out of my hands
Like the grains
of a hot sand
on a summer
Saharan afternoon .
Lost
Lost in the ocean of people
So many around but none.
The emptiness surrounds
And I ask am I the only one ?
I distract myself
to this ongoing world.
Faking a smile and
sometimes a laugh .
Daily chores and work
Is only an escape a getaway
from my constant wandering
in jungle of thoughts.
I come back home
Tired and bored.
Only to find myself
waiting on the doors!
Winter Days
These constant winter skies
Hanging above, so grey
The dull houses sadly sits
With nothing to say.
The angry wind dances
shaking the dull branches .
Naked trees stand appalled
And the last leaves fall.
(The picture was taken in Dusseldorf Germany)
Aaj fir kisi ke jane ki khabar aayi
آج فر کسی كے جانے کی خبر آئی
دِل کی دُنیا میں فر اداسی چھائی
رو رہے تھے جب ہم غیروں کو
کسی اپنے كے جانے کی تب خبر آئی
موت ہے یقینا یہ جانتا ہو میں بھی
یوں تیرے اک دم جانے کی بے یقینی ہے
وہ ملنا تجھ سے یوں آخری ہو گا
وہ مسکرا کر دیکھنا بھی
وہ آگے بڑھ کر دعاؤں دینا
وہ بے لوث کی محبت
بس یادوں میں سب کی یوں
قید ہو جاؤگے سوچا نا تھا
English Transliteration, if you can’t read Urdu.
Aaj fir kisi ke jane ki khabar aayi
dil ki duniya mein fir udaasi chaayi
Ro rahe they jab hum ghairon ko
Kisi apne ke jane ki tab khabar ayi.
Maut hai yaqeenan ye janta hu mai bhi
Yun tere ek dum jane ki be yaqeeni hai.
Wo milna tujhse yun aakhri hoga
Wo muskurakar dekhna bhi
Wo aage badhkar duaaen dena
Wo belaus ki mohabbat !
Bas Yaadon mein sabki yun
kaid ho jaoge Socha na tha.
Seems like the death has declared a war on us, and the first ones to go are the good people. I see people dying in war,hunger and then we have these sudden deaths happening around shaking us to the roots and souls. Recently I lost an uncle of mine, my mother’s cousin and the whole family is still in complete shock , he suffered a massive silent heart attack and died in his sleep. He was not ill or suffering from any other health problem nor was he that old , basically there is no defined logic for death when and why it will choose you ! so nothing rules the logic except the Divine Decree that is what we believe in as muslims, when there is the time to go , you go. Everyone around you adapts to not having you around anymore and try hard to cling on to their memories to keep you there forever.
He was a great soul, a completely social human being, loving everyone around him , especially the kids of family, no matter which chain of hierarchy you fall in , He will connect with you and bond you instantly. His voice, his mannerism , his sense of humor , all created his charisma which we will miss forever now. A progressive muslim who was always encouraging the girls of the family to study further and be independent. In fact he used to come back to keep a check and even remind you “Never forget your goal in life, life is short , time is running and success is far” . One of the lines from his last message he sent to me in September.
May Allah accept our prayers and grant him in Jannah and give peace to his soul.
I wish Mamu I could have said this when you were alive, Never thought you would leave us so soon. You left us with a feeling of regret we couldn’t tell you how important you were for us and how much we loved you.
I see the depart of great souls
I see the depart of great souls
From this world, one after the other.
people bereft , confused and sad
each one more than another.
Without leaders, without their guides.
Without beckons for the path to abide.
The intelligentsia getting replaced by fools
The just and kind, by the cruel and blinds.
The darkness is following,
The Candles blowing off quickly.
The sadness is following,
The happiness blowing off quickly.
Behold O dear heart, Beat slowly!
Hold on to the faith and walk steadfastly.
Hold on to the prayer and pray generously.
Hold on to this journey to pass it with ease.
( This poem is dedicated to all the great souls I have seen leaving us in last few months, especially the news from yesterday of Maulana Junaid Jamshed’s death has left me sad, May Allah grant him Jannah and his soul rest in Peace . Aameen )
What if this existence is not real?
Often a thought
passes my mind
What if this existence
is not real?
This body, this breath
and touch is nothing
but what I see in a dream.
And I will wake up
Somewhere as oblivious
as I am now of
where I am sleeping.
A rich man waking up poor
And the poor will be rich.
Some will thank for
The dream is over
While others will cry
for their dream is wasted
in chasing a mirage.
Inspired by Rumi’s Masnawi , was reading his famous quote while this poem happened in my mind .
This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
O Dear Ramadan
I was thinking you were just here
and I was told it was last year,
you will be here soon .
worried I was , how would I fast
With my ailments year past.
And then you arrived with a smile
The first day I struggled hard
I felt weak, sluggish and tired.
And with each passing day
I started to feel more healed.
to my surprise this body survived
long hours without food and water.
my soul fed , nourished and better.
thoughts clearer , with a smile on my face
I could work normal and sometimes aced.
A better person I strived to be
and a better Muslim all these days.
when I now felt completely
absorbed ,Only to know
you are to be leaving soon!
I wish when you arrive next year
O my Dearest Ramadan I hope
You will find me the way
you are leaving me today .
Insha Allah.
