The wind gently tossing the waters
upon the bare embrace of the sea-
& the rippling waves tracing its
path
to the solace of troubled hearts.
The withered leaflet,
Dancing in the morning breeze
As flowers take shelter in swollen
buds,
Leaving the fragrance of grass to
dissolve
The afore tweeting birds,
now;...speechless songs await their
recital.
How colors of spring have faded out
from canvas of life-
Prolonging the chills of this
loathed blizzard
No life and yet all life
Nature mourns... as we shy away
from this trauma,
that bites into our soul with
daggering pain.
... seen is each one harboring the
transient haven-
as its innerving mirage lures man.
He breathes... and yet is
suffocating.
The silence is deafening-
as the darkness of occultation
persists.
The niche grows tighter, the
lantern of my trivial haven breaks.
Its glass pieces lay scatter.
The mirage was never true. My
perception failed me.
With de-railed ecstasy
And a mystic heaviness of guilt
drowning me,
I walk through nature’s garden.
Now with eyes looking beyond its
curtain of frame
I sense the loneliness, the
deprivation, the grounding pain.
Where is the One from whose light I
deprived my soul?
I ask, whispering.
The occultation is pre-destined,
But his beautiful visage so
enchanting-
& the pure hearts have sensed him,
the virtuous souls have met him.
What is more agonizing than...?
The multiple self inflicted wounds
of mine
upon my once so pure soul,
by drawing curtains of concealment
upon my vision..
Oh beloved of Al-Askari (ajtf), Ya
Imam Mahdi (ajtf)
Grace upon this slave a generous
regard,
A prayer to stand by the oath that
she has made-
To see you once before death
strikes
to amend my broken promises
That no mirage would ever entice my
soul. |