cliche

Dreams, often perceived as irrelevant for the bright, are the essence of one's existence for figments of our imagination are far more conceptual and without a flaw than anything reality ever had to offer. All though, it often occurs to one if (Apart from being a manifestation of our thoughts, ideas, feelings emotions and all that shenanigan) they encourage one to realize all that there is within their creative and constructive abilities. I mock myself upon admitting that I am in love with someone, something so intangible, yet facilitating me to arrive at the truth of a human answer, the unnerving mystery, all that we urge ourselves t o believe. Yet, it never appears to be the truth, it's like truth coming out of a liar's mouth. I wonder if subjective analysis of emotions ever really facilitated one in achieving a certain enough conclusion. Harsh enough as they may seem, they have begun to grow on me over the last two years. I believe I have come to a point where life is a metaphor, and I have a very serious role to play. ( for it is the only thing that claims to belong to me.)
Someone wants to deeply understand. I dont know why.I do not condone self destruction of any sort ( be it smoking or killing your soul by the craft of mean bitchery.) Just somehow, my dreams make me face fears, not just mine.

Read: Insomnia.

Life turns to metaphor again, and again, and again. what does it say about me?
I am a lilly-livered, truth fearing, cry child.

And to be frank,
I somehow find comfort in that.

few lines..

Can I not see,

How time itself weaves

The shards and smithereens together?

Can I not blame,

the being, the supreme,

For every rip in the cashmere?

Its the indelible absurdity of it all,

But Oh,

isnt it

quite the gall?

through the rain

I see the car lights pass by

flashes

flashes of time

How everything

went by

weeks ended

months began

years gone

time to come

everything changes

except the desire

desire of not to change

Darkness veils me out..by Atif

Cold on the outside;
empty on the inside
this feeling is something that cannot be beaten
In all my attempts at overcoming it I have fallen
its power is too overwhelming for one to conquer
lost in this darkness;
overcome with fear and pain
my only wish is to have someone here to rid me of it
someone here to hold me tightly and whisper in my ear
"Everything will be ok, I'm here now"
only they aren’t here, nor are they coming
oh how I long to be rid of this feeling
but onward I must tread with its weight upon my back
unable to be rid of this hurt and pain
for loneliness knows no company...



(i hardly took a 5 min 2 wrote this one nd wrote last nite after leavin my friend the One never be with me..n nw i need no one nor even u)

Rest in dead dream like eternity by Atif.

I’m drowning myself at dawn, once again,
in an empty coffin of tears,
sleeping quietly and waiting for eternity to end, while
intense despair grieves for my innermost fears.
life dies in a murder so stunningly beautiful.
say why you never screamed loud your desire,
rose of my darkest garden,Buried sun,
withering silently,
deep into silent oceans of gray.

be the one to break the veil of my darkness,
eternally aboard a tainted raincloud,
sailing far away to one more fantasy,
where a purple dream can swim its way out,
to a world where lucid dreams intertwine with reality,
the blue heaven my reality will never be.

i hav four kinds ov days...

1) A day when I go out and meet someone more knowledgable than me, so I learn from him, and that is the day of my benefit and profit.

2) A day when I go out and meet someone less knowledgable than me, so I teach him, and that is the day of my reward.

3) A day when I got out and meet someone like me and I study and review with him, and that is the day of my lesson.

4) A day when I go out and meet someone below my level but sees himself as being above my level, so I don't talk to him, and I make that the day for my rest.

Sham kay sitaray say
Raat k andherey tak
Faasla he kitna hai…
Chaandni ki barkha say
Koondtay sawerey tak
Raasta he kitna hai…
Saans kay ukharnay say
Aakhri baseray tak
Marhala he kitna hai…
Ibtada bhi tareeki
Inteha bhi tareeki
Darmiyaan dono kay
Boond bhar sawera hai…

I'm...by Atif

"I'm a mere shadow of a life passed, my self, my soul, my death, my world, you & my heart!"

dusk's falling on my decadent reality.
my everyday landscape keeps drowning,
I'm a microscopic orange stain in a rusty universe.
i hope u'll come 2night...
surprising thread of my thoughts, my guide and lover,
let me cross again the dark frontier of my fantasies!
so close but uncertain to reach, this blurry paradise hides behind my eyelids.

release me...
and

I'll fade like a drop in the infinite ocean of a dream.

unknown...

here's a story I read a few days back ...

An oldy, but a goody :)

This is one of the best explanations of why Allah allows pain and suffering that I've seen. It’s an explanation other people will understand.A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. Barber began to work; they began to have a good conversation. They talked about many things and various subjects.

When they eventually touched on the subject of Allah, the barber said, “I don’t believe that Allah exists”.“Why do you say that?” asked the customer. “ Well, you just have to go out in the street to realise that Allah doesn’t exist. Tell me, if Allah exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If Allah existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain, I can’t imagine a loving Allah who would allow all of these things”.The customer thought for a moment, but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument.

The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbers shop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barbershop again and he said to the barber, “You know what? Barbers do not exist”. “How can you say that?” asked the surprised barber. “I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!” “No!” the customer exclaimed. “Barbers don’t exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards like that man outside”. “Ah, but barbers do exist! What happens is, people do not come to me”. “Exactly!” affirmed the customer. “That’s the point! Allah, too, does exist! What happens, is, people don’t go to Him and do not look for Him.

that’s why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world”.

Lovenote to a stranger by Atif.

why have you drifted so far away
from my body, the scent of your sweat
faded from my teeshirt why have you
slipped away so silent so cold beyond
the words the walls the reach

of grasping fingers the animal
thirst of blinded hours

The demons have choked in my head, the doorways
lost. The streets where your breaths
welled like the ocean wind, filling cries
of seagulls and unborn children in my head...

the streetshave been devoured by mist, as if
they never were. As if you never were

the ancient god

of storms and frenzied prayers
and secret shrines; as if you never
spread the night sky around my shoulders,
your body - feverish, bright - burning like stars.

Tell me why I can'trecognize your name anymore,
why your body
has become a land I have never tread - my streets
devoured by mist, as if they never were.
Why did you let me drift
so far awaythat I cannot return?
For I stillnurse the ghost of you
in my mind, like a hidden madness, an
imaginary wound... so far, so
unreal that nothing
can ever touch you
no love
no tears
no blood

Insanities by Atif.

I could've been the desire in your eyes, and stayed like that forever. Bathed in the seething fragrance of your body. Breathed in the red dust of your soul. Spilled in the liquid rudeness of your purple gaze.

Let me drown
Let me drown
Let me drown

I bloom like the last finger of jasmine on your stormy nights.

Matterialism...

We're shifting, and in the process of packing I have found myriad of small useless colorful things which were perfectly hidden in the obscurity of my room. Old broken things that are mostly of no use, that deserve to be thrown away or given off. I would do neither. The narcissist me would cajole me to keep them only because they're mine. The logistic me would give off wild persuading logics to put them in my prospect cupboard. The creative me would tempt me about the beautiful color they possess and how they would decor my room. The possessive me would take over and I would want to keep them no matter what.

I don't like the notion of people collecting so many thing, and I don't even like the idea of me doing the same. It make me something of a materialistic person, A lover of things - breathless, worthless, emotionless cold things, which don't feel and cant love you back.

Also, Materialistic people are mean, they possess things and only things can bewitch them, fascinate them and ensnare them. I guess they don't even have the capacity and desire to love people.

I will give off all, I think. I don't want to be materialistic and I wonder if loving cold, bleak, emotionless, worthless but breathing people, who don't feel and cant love you back, will ever make me one?

I am still a moth trapped in the coldness of cold. and locked securely in the pristine cages of norms, notions, ethics. Chained and cuffed to have someone, anyone, lead me, coerce me, persuade me into doing something I will loathe to do. and the moth still yearns for something impossible - freedom. and Transformation - in to a butterfly!

Pain is only thr wen thr is no pain..by Atif.

Sitting under this tree that echoes both the symphony of life and death I see students playing before me…..mostly these are freshmen playing cricket occasionally producing strange sounds to bring me back from my melancholic reverie to see them and cheer at how good they look. I laugh at their naivety and then keep moving my fingers in rhythm to the rhythm of my thoughts. Slowly and gradually they are disappearing into the fogginess of life. their faces getting dimmer and dimmer…their movements becoming slower and nimble…I felt myself alighting into a stage where there is no space and time…no worries and no elation… where there is a longing to cry and feel nothing at the same time….I am alone here and cool wind is blowing playing with my veil..disturbing it…chilling my blood in my veins and leaving my fingers weaker and weaker and yet I go on writing.I am frozen in my own melancholic thoughts but I feel an extraordinary coldness in the environment.

the murmuring around me is like death and yes there is ……death before me.

I felt a chill passing through my each limb as I hear some one around me saying…

“It’s a funeral …..Quite for a while! But behind me chatting continues.

I see a group of men coming towards the graveyard with a man in front holding a bundle of white sheets.

“Yes it’s a funeral but a funeral of someone who had barely opened his eyes”

someone said.

Why is it that my emotions are different from the women who bore that child….

Had it been my child I would never have handed them over to bury him here alone…..

away from me.

But brave is the woman. I wonder...But perhaps too much pain leaves us numb.Perhaps when we suffer a lot we cease to feel painPerhaps….Pain is only when there is no painAndThere is no pain when there is too much pain.I wonder if it’s right.

Silently resolving by Atif.

Wired and tired of trying – all again

Spoke to the ones, I didn’t met in pain

Story I spoke or even wrote did twice

And a while, I spoke the allies disguised

Voices that burn fires in my head

Talking and talking – and turning once said

Spoken once or twice or even thrice

Heard did who? – raise up his voice

Working out with some what confusion

Breathing – air as none I spoke a vision

I stay quite, or silence, do I indeed

But the voice is clearly, seen in my eyes

If not heard as a voice of greed

So I stay away, and stay quite

Kept a somewhat violent right

That music – so wonderfully tuned
And the dance – so delightful

I compromised – but paused the day

Difference that spoke by it self

I did not view – but overview

I did do – not did – but for you

I kept silent and once again

I kept silent – so I viewed

In the rear side of the story

Denied I did not neither declined

But defined, with conformity I sat and I wrote all I had

But and then it was “goodbye”

What happened to it, all a question..

That rose and demanded an answer

It was the end – that end, I have not seen

But heard a lot about

nd its beauties

So shall when it come

I shall see – and

then only

I shall be…

I Repel by Atif.

Death inspires me, in a different way

I succeed, reluctantly with greed

Emotions deep within, I’d rather say

I indeed haven’t sow the seed

Vivid it might seem, vivacious as life

I recommend silence, when seen

Remorse comes after thee thrive

Remembrance is just so mean

Chaos, Confusion, Restrict, Repulsion

I insist with anger but politely

Re-confine my attitude or vision

I repulse the strain, is I,

I or me

Completely diagnosed, with intelligence I repel …

I ain't You by Atif

That art though my head

I indeed might instead

Of though that I shall

Indeed I as well

Is we?

Or is a broken arrow falling from the

Stems of a tree, like the leaf’s fall

Before winter thou called spring

A fluctuation in a slight burnt thought

Of as a human mind with though greed

But dressed in humanity –

with heavenly

Feathered angel wings

I thou we – reconsider a remedy for

Peace or indulgence – to retreat – as thou

Can consider but cannot deny – if is –

Then what is you greatness about?

Is thy face or thee mistake

I take, I take, intake

Responses, vision, a view

I ain’t, no, I ain’t you

lost in the Cage by Atif

Sometimes I see things,time I realize

Things that I cannot explain – neither visualize

It sticks in my head and stimuli-ze

The cells of wondering brain of mine

I complicate sometimes the thoughts

Though it’s so simple a lot

Little higher, beaten wire

I speak of a different style

I did not see neither did define

What has been found in an either line

I complicate but ain’t not inside

I simply to thy self define

Simplicity dissolved in not greed No,

not even selfishness but

The need of not equality

But a slight bit of equilibrium

Oh! Where am I?

A changeWhat was I supposed to range?

Humm… define but lets not

Let it stay untouched and purely engaged.

the caged soul..

The cage around my soulIs built by my finite flesh.

Invisible yet existing!

Fragile yet forceful!

If only I could see through the web of my desires

If only I could burn and beat my Satan

I can find the golden enviable key,

To unlock the gate of my self made cage.

What stops me is the fear

The forbidden fear!

Of the ones who fear themselves

Of those who are fatal like me

Of those who are trapped in the same black old cage.

May curse be upon such fear!

If only I could break that barrier

And be blessed with the key

I’ll never see the skyAnd bow till I die.

One step! is all it takes

And I’ll be skies, clouds, and stars

Away from all fears

To the fear of my only Lord!

Sweet Dreamssss..

Don’t resent the work.

It gives you the strength to stand

whole and silent

before the vast Mystery.

From word to word I roam,

From dawn to dusk.

Dream in,

Dream out --

I pass myself and towns,

A human satellite.

I wait, am hopeful, as one who waits at the rock

For the spring to well forth and ever well on.

I feel as bright as if I tented somewhere in the Milky Way.

To urge the world to feel I walk through lonesome solitudes.

All around me lightning explodes sparks from my glance

To reveal all light, unveil faces everywhere.

Godward,

onward to the final weighingovercoming heavy weight with thirst.

Constantly,

the longings of all born call out,

"Is anyone around?"

I know each one is HE,

but in my heart there writhes a tear;

When of men and rocks and trees I hear;

All plead "Feel us"All beg "See us"God!

Lend me your eyes!

I came to be, to sow the seed of sight in the world,

To unmask the God who disguised Himself as world--

And yes, I wait to be the first to announce

"The Dawn."

Ramadan leaving...

Peace be upon you, O month of daytime fasting!

Peace be upon you, O month of nighttime vigil!

Peace be upon you, O month of true faith!

Peace be upon you, O month of the Quran!

Peace be upon you, O month of the radiant lights!

Peace be upon you, O month of forgiveness and pardon!

Peace be upon you, O month of the ascending steps of Paradise and of salvation from the descending steps of Hell!

Peace be upon you, O month of the worshipful penitents!

Peace be upon you, O month of those who know from spiritual experience!

Peace be upon you, O month of those who exercise discriminating judgment!

Peace be upon you, O month of safety and security!

You are a prison for disobedient sinners, and for the truly devout you are a place of comfort. Peace be upon the lamps and lanterns that shine so bright!

Peace be upon the sleepless eyes, and upon the streaming tears!

Peace be upon the illuminated niches in the mosques, and upon the tears that are spilled and shed!

Peace be upon the sighs that arise from hearts that are aflame!

O Allah, include us among those whose fasting and prayers have been accepted, among those whose evil deeds You have transformed into good deeds, among those whom You have allowed by Your mercy to enter Your Gardens of Paradise, and among those whose degrees You have exalted,

O Most Merciful of the merciful, ya Arhamar Rahimiyn

Each new day

we are given

Is a blessing from God
Each breath at waking

A new beginning
Take nothing for granted

Time and fortune are fleeting
Each exhalation

May be your last
O Friend, breathe

the morning light
The rise and fall of your lungs

Is the body’s prostration
The prayer of life

Invoking His name

All-ah! All-ah!

Forerunner...

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation
of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.
And I too am my own forerunner, for the long shadow stretching before me at sunrise
shall gather under my feet at the noon hour. Yet another sunrise shall lay another
shadow before me, and that also shall be gathered at another noon.
Always have we been our own forerunners, and always shall we be. And all that we have
gathered and shall gather shall be but seeds for fields yet unploughed. We are the fields
and the ploughmen, the gatherers and the gathered.
When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire.
Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams
were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.
And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another
silent word. Then Life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories
of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and
tomorrow was birth pursued.
And now we are in God's hands. You are a sun in His right hand and I an earth in His
left hand. Yet you are not more, shining, than I, shone upon.

Faces...

I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that was but a single
countenance as if held in a mould.
I have seen a face whose sheen I could look through to the ugliness beneath, and a face
whose sheen I had to lift to see how beautiful it was.
I have seen an old face much lined with nothing, and a smooth face in which all things
were graven.
I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the
reality beneath.

I leant upon a coppice gate

When Frost was spectre-gray,

And Winter's dregs made desolate

The weakening eye of day.

The tangled bine-stems scored the sky

Like strings of broken lyres,

And all mankind that haunted nigh

Had sought their household fires.

The land's sharp features seemed to be

The Century's corpse outleant,

His crypt the cloudy canopy,

The wind his death-lament.

The ancient pulse of germ and birth

Was shrunken hard and dry,

And every spirit upon earth

Seemed fevourless as I.

At once a voice arose among

The bleak twigs overhead

In a full-hearted evensong

Of joy illimited;

An aged thrush,

frail, gaunt, and small,

In blast-be ruffled plume,

Had chosen thus to fling his soul

Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings

Of such ecstatic sound

Was written on terrestrial things

Afar or nigh around,

That I could think there trembled through

His happy good-night air

Some blessed

The day the dust of Heart was being kneaded

A dewdrop of Love was dropped in.......

And there ......

upon Their Fall .......

That dewdrop turned into torrents of

in brimful eyes of

Lovers banished from their

Beloved's Garden of

Oneness.........

Hu! .......

Hu!

I have a heart that no wine whatsoever can console,

Except the wine of ever recalling the joy of joining with the Beloved.

Haqq!

(There are as many Ways to the Beloved as there are created Souls; and I take the shortcut: my heart's hidden door to You!)

You are

We in our Oneness

The Soul of all souls,

Love of all loves,

Light of all lights

Shining on from the East of Love

and Light;

Spreading over our Hearts'

Horizons to the West of beautiful souls and minds;

Glowing and growing into full panoramic vistas of our entire heavenly

collective Being...

May It be so!May It ever be so!

Medicine 4 losers,lovers & everyone...

This is a pray..

Oh Allah take me to Madina..

The City of Great Beloved..

The Master of Your Lovers..

The Land

where peace is still in the air

and

the sand particles perfumed in the perfumes of Love

kiss over the seekers' faces

Let me put my head on the lap of

The Holy Beloved

The Pacifier of burning hearts

The Healer of losers' sobs

O God,

we ask you with every request

we praise You with

Your every Name!

we kiss

Your Greatest Name!

we ask you with every request

please,

us to the House of

Your Holy Beloved!!

oh my Desired One!

i say and write

these words

to please You!!

on one day,

when my words

will all have been gone away

after having given

You all of them!

then i will have none of them!

then i will give

You my priceless

but best of tears!!

to make You pleased!

(Wordly love sometimes kicks off the insane piteous heart and push it off into the realm of wonders: the Kingdom of True Love!Let us pray for all insane lover and loser hearts!)

I have lost only what the moth loses

in the candle flame—ash.

I have lost what falls behind

the turning sunflower—shadows.

I have lost the milky scales that cover the eyes

of a snake about to shed.

I have lost what the skeleton gives upto the worms and the bleaching sun.

I have lost the empty husk a cicada leaves

for a few months in the chorus of summer after seventeen years in the ground.

At the baggage carousel

I couldn't find a tagwith my name on it,

because all the tags said

YOU.

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim
A man knocked at the door of his beloved.
"Who are you, trusted one?"
thus asked the friend.
He answered:
"I!" The friend said:
"Go away,
Here is no place for people raw and crude!
"What, then,
could cook the raw and rescue him
But separation's fire and exile's flame?
The poor man went to travel a whole year,
And burnt from separation from his friend,
And he matured, was cooked and burnt, returned
And carefully approached the friend's abode.
He walked around it now in cautious fear
Lest from his lips unfitting words appear.
His friend called out:
"Who is there at my door?"
The answer:
"You, dear, you are at the door?"
He said:
"Come in, now that you are all I-
There is no room in this house for two 'I's!"

Day and night is a struggle between desire, and suppressing desire,
My heart agonizes me, and I agonize my heart.

The heart envies the eyes - the pleasure of its observation,
And the eyes envy the heart - the pleasure of its reflection

When Allah bestows His grace upon a servant, He opensthe way to reach Him. Then the remembrance (dhikr) of Allahpredominates.

The call to love was issued throughout the worlds,

Yet he whom the Beloved Himself loved,

Was granted the remembrance of the Beloved

fading memories...

"Say to my friends, when they look upon me, dead

Weeping for me and mourning me in sorrow

Do not believe that this corpse you see is myself

In the name of God, I tell you, it is not I,

I am a spirit, and this is naught but flesh

It was my abode and my garment for a time.

I am a treasure, by a talisman kept hid,

Fashioned of dust, which served me as a shrine,

I am a pearl, which has left it's shell deserted,

I am a bird, and this body was my cage

Whence I have now floron forth and it is left as a token

Praise to God, who hath now set me free

And prepared for me my place in the highest of the heaven,

Until today I was dead, though alive in your midst.

Now I live in truth, with the grave - clothes discarded.

Today I hold converse with the saints above,

With no veil between, I see God face to face.

I look upon "Loh-i-Mahfuz" and there in I read

Whatever was and is and all that is to be.

Let my house fall in ruins, lay my cage in the ground,

Cast away the talisman, it is a token, no more

Lay aside my cloak, it was but my outer garment.

Place them all in the grave, let them be forgotten,

I have passed on my way and you are left behind

Your place of abode was no deweling place for me.

Think not that death is death, nay, it is life,

A life that surpasses all we could dream of here,

While in this world, here we are granted sleep,

Death is but sleep, sleep that shall be prolonged

Be not frightened when death draweth night,

It is but the departure for this blessed home

Think of the mercy and love of your Lord,

Give thanks for His Grace and come without fear.

What I am now, even so shall you be

For I know that you are even as I am

The souls of all men come forth from God

The bodies of all are compounded alike

Good and evil, alike it was ours

I give you now a message of good cheer

May God's peace and joy for evermore be yours."

..... by Atif

After so many years of being blind, and walking in the dark, one day, Allah the Most Gracious Most Merciful shone the torch in my eyes, and I woke up from the trance, from the illness, from the blindness I was trapped in for so long. So I said the simple and so logical words. The clearest and most perfect words that have ever reached human ears. “La ilaha il Allah, Muhammed Rasoull Allah”. This sentence was the defining moment in my life which made me become a Muslim, and to this day, I have never looked back. Allah is One and Whole and Perfect and Muhammad was His last Prophet The Qur'an for me is like a manual, just like a car needs a manual to function properly, the Holy Quran is the guidebook to life, and something which covers all areas and which we cannot live without.

Itna toota hoon ki choonay say bikhar jaaoonga,

Ab agar aur dua dogay to mar jaaoonga !

Pooch kar mera pata, waqt ra-e-gah na karo,

Main to banjara hoon, kya jaanay kidhar jaaoonga !

Har taraf dhund hai, jugnu hai na charag koi,

Kaun pehchanayga, basti mein agar jaaoonga !

Zindagi, main bhi musaafir hoon teri kashti ka,

Tu jahan mujh say kahegi main utar jaaoonga !

Phool rah jayeengay guldaan mein yaadon ki nazar,

Main to khushboo hoon fhizaon mein bikhar jaaoonga !

Itna toota hoon ki choonay say bikhar jaaoonga,

Ab agar aur dua dogay to mar jaaonga

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful"

Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean"

Destiny by Atif Hussain

I stand at a crossroad, from where many roads diverge
Which is the one too my destination,
My mind ponders to unfurl.
Is it the one straight or is it the one to the right,
Or may be the one that turns left,I fall short to decide.
I wonder if I should solve this puzzle,
Or just let it be.Taking the road,
my instinct guides
Leaving it to my destiny
Not long after, when I close my eyes,
And gather all my impulses, to take a decision wise.
To move in the direction I have walked yet.
Not submitting to the puzzle or my confused mindset.
Realizing that there are no crossroads that exist,
It's just the manifestation of my mind.
'Coz all routes are the ones to my destiny,
Only if I labour and sincerely endeavour to do it right.

why by Atif hussain..

The darkness has conquered over the colorful gaiety…

The drastic changes of surroundings surprise me…

I rush towards the burning candle

-My only ray of hopeBut a frosty unfriendly breeze kills the flame

I shiver with fear

Stationed there all alone

I try hard to evade my horrific thoughts

But my scruples won’t let me

Just then a bizarre happening takes place

The room abruptly starts quaking and contracting

To close in on me from all the four sides

I scream…..I screech…..

But the room is getting smaller and smaller

I close my eyes...

But even then, I can visualize, in my mind,

My body being crushed and squeezed

The sound of my bones breaking

My brain being squashed

Bloody veins inside my skull can be seen now

And blood pouring out.

I shut my eyes even tighter

And I wait….. and wait…and wait….

I open my eyes now. I see myself lying on the floor...

The Swiss knife all soaked in my blood is lying on the floor

.The sharp cut in my wrist has made a deep wound

My hand is lying in a pool of blood

My veins are showing.

My lips are Cold….deathly cold.

The expression on my face is depressing.

I lie there on the floor…all alone. Looking

Troubled……Lifeless…….Dead.

Now suddenly, I smile.

I’m walking away now….wearing a peaceful smile I had not known for years….

My wrist is still bleeding…..

But it doesn’t hurt anymore…

You know why?

I hate headache by Atif hussain

i hate Headaches, i especially dislike them in the morning when everyone's looking fresh and happy and i m looking grouchy and tensed. when i get a headache i cannot take my mind off it. Its like a red angry bull charging inside my skull making sure that it has all my attentionwhen i get a headache i can hear an insistant pounding in my ears that makes my head rock. and above the pounding i can hear the shrillest of sounds. its like the world is screaming at me. WHIRWHIRWHIR goes the fan. the chalk squeeeeaks across the board. and people just wont shut up!when i have a headache i wish i were blind. because colours attack me until i cringe under the pressure. i can open my eyes properly. and if i do i start getting dizzywhen i have a headache i want to put my head on something cool and soft i want to be somewhere dark and quiet, alone .

I Hate You by Atif Hussain

You sleep cushioned in silky confines,blanketed with an innocence
that is deft, and maybe hence devious
whilst I idolate the artful nuances of you.
You smell of French revolutions,
but I linger not in that history for my attentions are hinged on
the rise and fall of other utopias
and here I am well and truly guillotin.ed
I chance a wary and envious touch
near the suburbs of your forearm
and there is an uproar on your skin at my trespassing.
A stand raisedagainst my infringement.
Disgusted, I stare in condescension at soiled and unworthy hands and frown.
Those faltering lines do not draw pretty pictures
as I fold a fist to hold what is slipping away.
You awaken not at the interruption nor at my presence
and as my shadow mars your beauty,
return to dreams of unknown delights where I am excluded,
behind eyes that shut me out.

This is why I hate you.

Nothing

Drenched in the pain pouring down
Hidden beneath the pile of distress and grief
Breathing in the thick air filled with fiction
Passing out
Buried under delusive hopes
Searching desperately for an air pocket
But only choking up more blood
Filth stained.
With desire to rise again in absoluteness
Gasping for just one breath of validity
Longing for certainty
Hoping it will rain again
Showering the earth with truth, substance and conscience.

Advice from Our Prophet (PBUH)...

" Never get angry, for anger contains opposition to your Lord. Beware of making excuses, for they contain hidden polytheism. Say your prayers like someone saying farewell, for it contains a link to God and nearness to Him. Be modest before God as you are modest before the righteous among your neighbours, for this contains increased certainty. "

Among the marvels of modern technology is also the ability to track the missed calls which were made by our friends and foes and the likes. We do not get a good nights sleep, unless we have returned the calls of those who matter. We don't let any call go unanswered as long as we know that it matters. Don't we?But how about the calls of "hay-yaa al-as-salaah and hay-yaa al-al falah" made from the neighbourhood house of our Master - the Almighty Allah? Those calls are made five times a day and many a times they all go unanswered.We do not either respond!!! Nor do we respect these missed calls. Do they matter?Everybody can tell, if these really matter. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but surely in the Hereafter. Let us look at ourselves. Can we afford to let these calls of the muezzin be missed, day after day, after day.The call from our Cherisher, Sustainer and the Ultimate Master. Just think about it. Next time one hears this call, just ask yourself how good a nights sleep can I have by missing those calls from the house of Allah.Think about it....the answer may come from the inner heart.

(This is one of my favourite poems ... Beautifully written ... Giving 100% of your love and recieving an equal amount of love in return ... It seems to have been written after a past heartbreak, but non the less, an amazingly beautiful and touching poem)

I want you to know one thing.You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

Don't need boxes wrapped in strings
or desire love or empty things...
just a chance that we'll find better days.
Don't cry Falasteen,
you will see better days ...

Allah Huu [Nothing but God]Ruler of the world, soul of my blood

The promised one, there is nothing but you

Every great scholar is your studentIn every scent, there is nothing but you

Creator of and worshipped by both worlds

Every thing is witness to your manifestation

On everyone’s lips is your prayerIn every chord, every song is your presence

Every beginning is with your name

With your name ends everything

Your praise is ‘praise be to Allah’

That you are the God of my Mohammad

Allah Huu!

Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

When this earth and world did not exist

When there was no moon, sun or sky

When the secret of the truth was still unknown

\When there was nothing, there was you

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

Everything is a reflection of your glory

Every thing cries out that you arem the Lord

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

It is the distinction of your enthralling visage

You are the unrivalled Lord of the Universe

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

You who shows new beauty every instant

Surprises even those who yearn for more

Every sapling sings of your creation

Every leaf is a signature of your nature

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

My God, you are the splendor you promised

You are the curiosity, you are the desire

The light of my eyes, the voice of my heart

You were, you are, and will be only you

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

You are everything, what is the argument in this

The whole world is searching only for you

Even as your magnificence is in every corner

You are in my blood, Lord of the world

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!

Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu

Beauty

"When we open to Spirit we radiate beauty. Beauty transforms, so when we radiate beauty,we empower others and give them a glimpse of their own beauty, the Spirit within themselves, which is the source of their power. They key is that we must know we are beautiful, and feel that beauty within ourselves, before we can empower others''

I could travel over oceans, cross the deserts, climb the mountains
Just to share Your story, bring You glory, and win souls for You.
I could sing like an angel, songs so humble and so thankful
Full of drama and emotion, so the world would know Your truth.
I could give away my money and my clothes and my food
To restore those people who are poor, lost, and down-and-out.
Oh, I could succeed at all these things,
Find favor with peasants and kings,But if I do not love, I am nothing.
I could live a flawless life,Never cheat or steal or lie,
And always speak so kindly, smile warmly, and go about doing good.
I could dedicate myself to do what everyone else wants me to-Listen to them,
compliment them, say the things I should.
I could show up every Friday at the Mosque
And they all might come to know me as a leader and a friend.
Oh, I could achieve success on Earth,
but success cannot define my worth
And all these actions, all these words, will not matter in the end-
Songs will fade to silence,Stories, they will cease.
The dust will settle, covering all my selfless deeds.
So as I strive to serve You,
Won't You make it clear to me,
If I do not love, I am nothing.

life..

Yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision, but today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope.