Sunday, 29 June 2014

Spiritual Limbo II

I am lost
Vague steps towards God

Associated negativities pile
Hearts in their dying breaths
Plead , can't you find any good

The world is muffled
There are layers upon layers
Numbing the hurt of living

Guidance flickers in the distance
What a beautiful religion
Woe to an ugly approach

There are no homes on this borderline
Just a lonely tight rope
To a garden , they say
But worldly burdens weigh
And words disappear
Into the black canvas of my heart

Tuesday, 17 June 2014


All dirt and no seeds
My mind is a wasteland of thoughts
Trying to find a dream

Its all in simplicity
One foot after the other
But there are people piling deeds in their sleep

A fool would sprint a marathon
But these idle feet grow restless
And it isn't about shortcuts
Just reassurance that it'll be enough

Dreams elude me nowadays
But I'm searching for a deed so pleasing to God
I think when I find it
I won't tell a soul
About the gardens in my heart

Reported by ‘Aisha (RA): Allah’s Apostle (peace be upon him) said, “Do good deeds properly, sincerely and moderately and know that your deeds will not make you enter Paradise, and that the most beloved deed to Allah’s is the most regular and constant even though it were little.”

The Messenger (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “When a man dies, his good deeds come to an end except three: ongoing charity, beneficial knowledge and a righteous son who will pray for him.”
 Muslim, 3084. 

“Amazing is the affair of the believer, verily all of his affair is good and this is not for no one except the believer. If something of good/happiness befalls him he is grateful and that is good for him. If something of harm befalls him he is patient and that is good for him” Saheeh Muslim #2999

Friday, 13 June 2014

A Gift

Bought on whim
It reminded me of you for
All the wrong reasons
Means meet ends behind
A small silver box

Associations taint our spirits
Sins said with our names
Till we forget the sting of unfamiliarity

Forgive me but the only gift worth giving
Is taking you by the hand and running
But how limp are our hands
We're packaged in lies
We suffocate

I'm sending empty parcels to God
Hoping he will fill these void vessels
With lightened chests and a once lost innocence

"When the servant performs a sin a black spot appears on his heart, and if he seeks forgiveness this black spot is removed, and if he returns to sin the black spot grows until his heart becomes black, and this is the 'Raan' about which Allah said, 'On their hearts is the covering of sins (raan) which they used to earn.'" (Qur'an, 83:14)
(Hadith An-Nasa'i and Al-Tirmidhi)

Monday, 2 June 2014


There is an onset of fever
Brewing within a timid heart
My silence left incomplete without
A few paltry lines
In dedication to people who'll seldom read

There is a heaviness of undone deeds
Of pulling words that were never said
Till all that is left is the fabric of life
Exposing the raw mistakes of cold limbs

Shall I smile because I cannot cry
Shall the names be changed
Whilst stories remained untouched

It's not raining, it's not Friday
But history has taught me
That it doesn't need to be

All these half words lodge in my throat
There is an discomfort to this familiarity

I'm on the wrong side of the street

It is reported that Al-Fudayl b. ‘Ayyād – Allāh have mercy on him – said:Whoever sees a wrongdoing from his brother and then laughs in front of him has betrayed him.
Abū Bakr Al-Daynūrī, Al-Mujālasah wa Jawāhir Al-’Ilm 5:115