no wonder in his own creation
When intellect succumbs to Darwin's theory of evolution
When spirituality is dressed in a false conception
When humility is surmised with a weak connotation
When wisdom is marked by the power of argumentation
When truth and reality are only terms for demonstration
When genius is used for the purpose of ostentation
When the will isn't under the Almighty's submission
When fate is believed as an unworthy intervention
When life is only for desires's gratification
When existence seems body and soul's bifurcation
When Islamic worldview is deemed as mere imagination
When religion is blamed for the world's awful situation
When leaders are used as tools to worsen the condition
When terrorism reaches the stage of systemization
When books & speeches can't inculcate moral elevation
When endless information doesn't give an explanation
When Muhammad’s method isn’t applied for revolution
When no new prophet will arrive for salvation
When all isms have failed for evil’s eradication
When the entire philosophy needs reinterpretation
Go, fetch some water and perform ablution
With God, enter into a private conversation
Put your head in a state of prostration
Experience your self define the word, transformation!
An Aspirant’s Confession
O' God,
Take me away for I want to return
I've seen it all, I've taken my turn
This life is a veil between you and I
Give me death's wings so that I fly
Our divine covenant, I've completely forgotten
This world has rendered my memory rotten
Insignificant chores have engulfed me
It is high time you set my spirit free
Acknowledge my restlesness to meet you
Don't let me belong to the negligent crew
With you, so many have fallen in love
I yearn to witness what resides above
For how long I'll continue to write heartfelt poetry
Without sowing the seed, I wish to see the tree
I ain't one of those who are steadfast enough
to keep fighting with caprice and Satan's bluff
the longer I exist
the lesser I resist
My entire being, this sinfulness bites
I am denying my soul of its rights
I see myself attaining no heights
It is like chasing afar kites
Only grave will really punch my ego
when I'm buried from head to toe
Against fate, I have no grudge
I know you're the best judge
I am pleased I haven't lost my literary touch
I am no mystic, words are my only crutch
Psychologists can't rightly interpret this confession
They can only label it a sign of depression
As long as I breathe, you will remain hidden
Let Azrael come so I see your shining sun!
Ode To Someone Special
Just when it all seems a dead end
and nothing is easy to comprehend
the damage is impossible to mend
Only failure, I apprehend
To my existence, misery appends
It seems futile to make amends
there are no prayers to ascend
to my cries, none is to attend
No new person worthy to befriend
No one to advise or recommend
of confusions, life is a blend
Fate becomes a rule I can't bend
My experience, no one to commend
Too many adversaries to contend
Everyone wants to offend
My rights, no one to defend
No more blessings to descend
Upon anything, I can't depend
No more energies to expend
No boundaries to transcend
No open arms to extend
No virtue to intend
Not even a penny to spend
Fears and doubts, I can't suspend
Success is a myth, a bygone legend
A single smile, I can't pretend
And tragedy has become a trend
Waiting for me is someone only God can send
She is my mother, my angel, my best friend!
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