My annihilation.

Wonder what is this void residing in my heart..
As if error has become part of my being
I am the one away from Your Mercy
The moment I erred far from You
I got annihilated in my own desires

The blunders I am carrying on my shoulders
As if the riches of this world is the very divine I seek
I spent my time as in whims
Walking past the shadow of profanity
I had fulfilled my anguished desires every time.

In my dismay I wonder to my own self
Why do I get attach to the world thus
How much I try to gather as much as I can here
It slips out of my hands.

To dust is the return of every soul
For dust is what he has been molded from
That's the eternal truth I want myself to be aware of
Despite trying hard to make do with it..

Bestowing my temptations so far..
As if though this fickle nature of mine wont flicker
Even if my existence shall cease
I wont be able to fulfill this hearts desires

As if though I am fallen from grace
The moment I went away from You..
Despite it all
You remain the light of my path
Make me Yours
Behold my hand
For I think I am surrounded by shadows
Take my sins
And make my soul impeccable of scars
Make me un-guilty in my own eyes
Show me such a spectacle
Make me meet such a person
Make my story be heard to such a heart
Who has never been wounded thus.

The quaint little test called life...

How strange is it that the One who is all pervading , the all-knowing , the One who is ruling the order of life takes your test in this endurance that too through major turmoil and some good deal of  heart breaks but He never allows to fail you. It is with huge ponderance do I reflect on the past days,while oblivion is staring at me through the window of future, do I utter these words that no matter how hard the test are, how very uncertain the things might seem if you have faith upon your Creator, you will not be disappointed. For life is so subtle that you barely notice yourself walking through the doors you once prayed for. There is so much to reflect on the turns of life with each page unfolding , with each question the morning sun put across you I find only one answer surpassing all walls high and the answer is Allah, the one to whom I am to return... You might not agree with me, but in your despondence I do not find my cues, my resting place... In the hearts of hearts wherever I turn to the baseless,treacherous the abode of sorrow this world is ..where nothing comes with guarantee ... I seek an intention to get a sight of loyalty at the door of betrayal and that paradox I get in One existence in One entity  and that is Him is it my intoxication with the idealism or a love instilled in my soul from the beginning of time that I know in my hearts that it is Him only..the One whom I turn to at the time of my despondence which He with His unknown magic wand turn into resplendence and I know that even if the ship is safest when it is in the port but that's not the ships were built for, it was made to sail and like the ship I have to let go all the chaos . The moment my throat pains high to scream out loud, to cry out a river. I would chose to expose a smile,giving dare to my chaos to pull me down if it can. For I know I have someone backing me and I know it is the Majestic One, its Him.

The un-named.

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He is the One.

For Certain, There Is Someone Who Is Ruling The Order Of Life.

The One Who Cannot Be Seen, And Yet Is Visible

He Sees And He Hears.

He Is Able To Glean The Intentions Behind Actions.

The One Who Is Shining In The Recesses Of The Unconscious.

 Don’t Look For Him In Idols And Images 

He Is Present In The Changing Seasons.

The One Who Is Changing Day Into Night And Night Into Day. 

 That Being Is God.

Winterwood

 winterwood
With the Autumn breeze the tree colors turn,
Forests become a rainbow of shimmering hues,
Yellows and purples and reds vie with the greens,
In a geometry sublime, intricate beyond our ken,
To create a symphony of forms of endless beauty.
Nature dresses in her most noble garb,
To be worthy of being present before the Majestic King,
To whom all things do return.
And return it does as its colors diminish,
As hues fade away into a subtle colorlessness,
Which yet all colors contains, a death which is also new life.