Late in the dark starry night, I gaze outside
When both the worlds, within and without, seem to be asleep
My heart whispers subtle praises, deep inside
Struggling to awaken the soul from its deep sleep
Searching for that sweetness of faith to seep inside my heart,
For the heart to live once again and to no more be this hard
Hoping that this will be the night when my eyes are no longer dry,
When finally I will save my heart and let it not die
And the agony of wanting to weep, but being unable to, will end at last
And my moments of solitude help me to look beyond the haze
Beyond the doubts, beyond the delusions, beyond the life that seems like a maze.
November 11, 2011
February 14, 2011
The Last Regret
After a long, unpleasant sleep, he has awakened
Uncertain if he has requited for his sins in the grave
His anxiety and agony has deepened.
Struck with the realization of the opportunity He gave
Alas! He knows not how much more retribution waits -
Didn’t he know that the world was but just a bait?
Eluded by his weensy good deeds, he thought he was safe.
He did little of that which he was ordained
As he was lulled into deception by the one who is utterly disdained.
He NOW bows down before the Almighty and cries for remission,
But doesn’t he realize that he has delayed his submission?
As God had given the key to purification,
But he thought his deeds would suffice for expiation.
The key was to bow down to Him and PRAY,
But prayers he had forsaken during his ephemeral stay
He had forgotten the significance and importance of this deed
Mistook it as nothing but a ritual, but of course it’s a fruitful seed
Whose pleasure and delight in the hereafter he would taste
In life he had the chance, but this chance he did waste
How unfortunate for having never tasted the sweetness of faith!
How hapless for abandoning the way to attain the most blissful state!
For having bargained for a heart barren of His remembrance
And for having lived a life that never experienced His magnificence -
As prayers open the doors of mercy and grace
Toward which everyone must race!
But what a vile end to his journey of life
As he chose to not strive
What an abysmal, everlasting abode that one might dread
But if you choose not to succeed, on his path you may tread.
Uncertain if he has requited for his sins in the grave
His anxiety and agony has deepened.
Struck with the realization of the opportunity He gave
Alas! He knows not how much more retribution waits -
Didn’t he know that the world was but just a bait?
Eluded by his weensy good deeds, he thought he was safe.
He did little of that which he was ordained
As he was lulled into deception by the one who is utterly disdained.
He NOW bows down before the Almighty and cries for remission,
But doesn’t he realize that he has delayed his submission?
As God had given the key to purification,
But he thought his deeds would suffice for expiation.
The key was to bow down to Him and PRAY,
But prayers he had forsaken during his ephemeral stay
He had forgotten the significance and importance of this deed
Mistook it as nothing but a ritual, but of course it’s a fruitful seed
Whose pleasure and delight in the hereafter he would taste
In life he had the chance, but this chance he did waste
How unfortunate for having never tasted the sweetness of faith!
How hapless for abandoning the way to attain the most blissful state!
For having bargained for a heart barren of His remembrance
And for having lived a life that never experienced His magnificence -
As prayers open the doors of mercy and grace
Toward which everyone must race!
But what a vile end to his journey of life
As he chose to not strive
What an abysmal, everlasting abode that one might dread
But if you choose not to succeed, on his path you may tread.
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