Art of You

For what my life owe and sold this fate
Nothing worldly left that makes me sate

For long our love brawled with might and haste
Each battle stale for fierce forces laid waste

Where inferno bashed with hell to burn it’s best
Predators who shan’t devour a prey irresistible at rest

Let your breathless exhales be heard so sound
Your soul upon my fingers meant to it bound

Heart upon heart at war and peace that know no bound
Hammer every ore with love’s flame so kindly found

Dusk these dawns and set the sun to endless bliss
Let this darkness fall as magic to your every abyss

Only you to sate my state with a war this fierce at stake
So Impel every piece to be at peace with your might you take

Let your spirit not shiver or halt for the cold breeze it fought
Brushes thee gentle poison of an ache untamed you sought

Let not love ocean though haste for we may eternally drown
Safe within my care your demons may rest humbly bolted down

You are my world beyond my grasp and your art I call due
You are my pain who so delivers my words for the art of you

let your hands be my clay
I will mold my hand upon yours

let your hair be my wind
I will float within this forest of sent

let your arm be my violin
I will play in the melody with your pulse

let your spine be my sea
I will voyage beyond every keen tide

let your lips be my canvas
I will paint my passion inked with love

Make vary thy prisoned breath to sighs
For long it quavers not high or nigh to rise

Wane oh fade away to touch so intense
Surrender oh spell to siege of all sense

Let not consequence call a grave to you
Speak of what conscience may I rob from you

Thrive and yet wither to what waits way
Forgo a soul for desire to plunder and slay

So don’t best nor rest and
Give in your infinity all at once

let not curiosity creak you, for a mystery is not known for its impulse, so drown away with your infinite sea of thoughts

What can I describe, words merely bring poison to a sea of wonder. For what I can express is a sight of a weakness towards an origin along the empty creaking alley of silent darkness.
For every still or ill mystery lies a tale that is beyond recognition of the naive mind. That fails yet considers to be dominant to what has passed or what will be.
So what can be offered are fragments of perspective wasting away cruelly by time, for a description is a lie.
Words don’t give vision, they cease life, beauty or horror of that which once existed or has prevailed in such honor and yet distinguished it’s presence worthy of the attention that required the capture as a description.


While Long

I miss you. And I can’t just say that I miss you because you don’t want that. I know you are this fire that wants to be free and burn where you please. You don’t want any chains you don’t want any liability. I hope to see the world through your eyes, know what makes you happy, know what that mind thinks and where you want to be. I miss very second of you, your smile, your slight smirk and every detail of you that make up those safe expressions. Sometimes my mind wonders off and I just stand seeing you in front of me as if I could just reach out with a hand and just brush my finger down your hair to your jaws. Gently as you smile at my touch, that curled line of your lips’ smile flashes in my brain for every second that I wonder off and as for now I’m wondering and I can’t stop. I vow that nothing is more attractive than that smile in that moment. I miss everything about you. I abuse my head and cage it from any freedom, as I deploy every second of my day moving forward and not leaving any time to look back. I exhaust my thoughts and leave them dry of any thought of love or of you. But your thoughts in my head are like the annual ocean flood in a desert that flourish what is barren and grow what is dead. Yes I miss you, I’m incapable of leaving you alone. For the thousand times in a day that I abstain myself and break everything that builds within me. For whatever I do, you seem like the end of the tunnel and I’m moving within a circle. You are magic and you are fire, yet you are no illusion as I feel my flesh burn every time I hold you, you ignite me and you are the fireworks in my brain. You are another dimension for me as, you do and don’t exist, I do and don’t remember you, and my heart does and does not ache for you. Yes I miss you! Love just seems like a phenomenon that is too cliche to define what I feel, I feel longing and I feel inevitability that you are the light at the end of the way. I miss you



“Put your thoughts to sleep, Do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.” ~Rumi

Oh moon not tendering the night
Crack clouds be torn down yet no light

Why this test of wits upon mere bliss
These stars are waiting towards abyss

These abysmal eyes pray in need
These victim of lies and guilty of greed

Oh fair pale with rose brim lips exhale
Lowered eyes fail to raise but a tale

You hide within the cloaks of night
Inevitability is the fool you fight

Kind terra has seen me every night
She sways in orbit to aid me with your light

Oh moon not burning your bright
For your appraise left these barren sight

For your warmth is when I am of use to you
With need dies the dyes of love we knew

Can’t ask a heart to yearn what is does not
Oh moon what your mind’s enigma thought

At last the brush of time will turn me old
When this flesh and soul will leave me cold


“The moon stays bright when it doesn’t avoid the night” ~Rumi


So it hurts? At least that’s what you are telling yourself. Telling yourself that you have let go of what’s hurting you. Smile to yourself and ask one more time. You are away in months and even years, the faces you still only remember. The face that wakes you up at night and does not let you back to gentle slumber for it does not owe you that mercy. In your waking you are strong and you have built walls and more walls. Wishing such events don’t exist, such faces don’t haunt you. Remember what you were then and what are you now. Times have changed and so have people. You have created your own cure, but honestly how much does that work. So walk past me and have the biggest smile on your face. But your eyes are now not seeing what they used to.  Looking at the world and finding a hell storm and thorns all around. You have moved on, at least that’s what you are telling yourself, every day telling yourself that everything is fine and will be fine. But what is that weight, what is that ache that you carry inside you. Your heart is wounded and you keep telling yourself it will heal and not actually healing anything. Leaving it to be judged and decided by others and fate.  Keep coming up with new cures

People have wronged you and left you. The most frustrating of all is the fact that you gave it all that you had, all your effort, all your prayers and all your love and yet you are empty handed and betrayed. You don’t always get what you want. Fire may make fire, gold doesn’t make gold and love doesn’t make love. You learned that the hard way. You shaped your life with your new found recklessness and sadness. You built up so many walls that you caged yourself into isolation of love and never really realizing that your heart is lonely. People are bad and people are good, and you blame your sorrows to love and people. You create your own stereotypes like ‘All men are dogs’, ‘Love hurts and is always temporary’ and even ‘Everyone in the world is going to eventually leave me or hurt me’. How does it feel to revel is your sorrows.

So you believe in stereotypes? So you must say all Americans are like Donald trump, all Muslims are like Osama bin laden or all Pakistani girls are like qanbeel Baloch. Doesn’t seem right, does it? To people who get hurt by other people and these singles destroy your concept of love. Love can’t be explained but it is the best and purest of things, love is not temporary it’s eternal, and love never hurts, people do! Don’t stop believing in love if you found all the wrong people up till now.


Your love and you are like a parachute and a plane and it keep coming to this. You have to take a leap off of that plane to be where you need to be. Here comes the time of choice, do you jump or don’t jump. The garden is where you need to be so you find a parachute that calls to you or attracts you the most, you go for that one. But you can never be sure if that is a backpack or a parachute. But you are so full of hope, energetic and never experienced to what is bad and what is good, in your foolishness and childish blindness. You rush and fight the world for this parachute and damn you off really hard. This leap, this fall, this distrust teaches you. As it was never a parachute you lay fractured and in pool of your own blood and bruises. This was not the one, it was an empty bag. Even if it was made of gold diamond or even pizza, it will get you smashing down to the floor. You learned that the world is a scary and distrustful place. You are scared to ever go through this again and you are somewhat right. You become your own mentor and teacher, but know this, you were still a child before the leap and this pain and betrayal gives you a new sight but it never offers you morals to learn or life standards to follow. But you still think that your experience is enough for now and you stop doing anything further, It’s the shock.

You are still not where you need to be and you lay in your wounds never wanting to heal them. It’s up to you that you get back into the plane or forever lay in your sorrow. Take your time because it takes time to completely heal. Even if you do get back into your plane and are healed, you still refuse to take another parachute because you have a logical fear. You just sit down in the plane and wait for the pilot to take you where he likes and land the plane. What if you do reach the ground and after everything and the precaution you lived with, you still find it’s not where you are meant to be. So take your time but not too long. Take another leap from the plane and this time you’ll know what’s going to happen. This time choice the parachute carefully, knowingly that it doesn’t matter how the parachute looks or how attractive it is. All that will matter in the end is that does it take you where you need to be. So look around in your plane and find that parachute which is yours, before it’s too late. Go for it, tell yourself that this is your cure and “Yes! I’m ready to get hurt“. You are a lot stronger and a lot braver than you think. Find your love, find your garden and do not stop. Take the leap again if you need to and you will find the love you deserve.

So look around, right is that deep dark corner you have another dirty and stitched parachute, take it and jump!


More than Heaven?

What is heaven? It is said to be a place of ultimate reward and that is our limit of achievement. What if there was something worth more than heaven, something that would render heaven meaningless. Something worth crying for, something to inflect an ache in your heart and a thirst in your blind eyes, something worth more than heaven. To understand that reward or to comprehend, first you must know what is love, pain and impatience. Imagine someone or thing you love the most in the world, now imagine the worst pain you think you have went through. In some way love and pain are the same things and that is what impatience is. God has created a bit of pain in love and a bit of love in pain.

Narated By Abu Huraira : I heard Allah’s Apostle saying, Allah divided Mercy into one-hundred parts and He kept its ninety-nine parts with Him and sent down its one part on the earth, and because of that, it’s one single part, His creations are Merciful to each other, so that even the mare lifts up its hoofs away from its baby animal, lest it should trample on it.” – Sahih Bukhari.

How can I explain love? I can only share a glimpse. Think of your mother, she truly loves you, right? What if there is a baby which just opened its eyes to the world, it is unaware of everything, it is the purest of heart and clearest of mind. Yet it knows only two things, pain and love. It smiles when it’s near his mom and it cries when he is away. The mother is aware of this and her life resides in this baby. It causes a lot of pain to her just to hear the baby cry. It breaks her heart to see that sad scared face before it even begins to cry. It fills her with all the joy of the world just to hear it giggle out of happiness. This is indeed the purest of love. The baby causes her immense pain and at the same time it is a piece of her soul that she loves.

Imagine this baby, this very small baby. It gets a cut on its arm and it starts to bleed. A similar thing happened to me when I was an infant, a piece of sharp glass fell on my foot and the smallest finger got partially separated. Obviously it was a huge panic for everyone. This baby cannot even express how much pain he is feeling. One doesn’t like this imagine, as you are imaging all this you are might feel really hurt or quite irritated. That’s what you feel. Imagine the worry, pain, panic. Heart break and unbearable ache for a mother to see her petal like this. This is just a picture of a mothers love. Now there is someone who loves you seventy times the love of this mother.

Allah loves the best of His creations, the human being. One day the Holy Prophet (S) was walking with his companions when he saw a mother bird with her babies in a nest. The mother bird was feeding the small ones some worms. So tender and gentle were her actions, that the companions were awe-struck at this display of love. The Prophet (S) smiled and said, “Are you surprised at the love this mother bird has for her babies? Let me inform you that Allah loves His creatures, the human beings seventy times more than this mother!”

We live in this world and we are all creations of Allah. He loves every person with his love and can you imagine how much that love is? Imagine a mother getting separated from her baby. The mother will across oceans and walk on fires to get her baby back. She is impatient, she is reckless and she cannot bare a second away from her baby. It is out of my understanding that how are we here. We were send down here, we are away from our creator. We are all fools. Take just a normal friend, not a best friend, just a friend. If we stop talking to him he would be upset and obviously show that he is hurt. Now here is your creator, your Allah, someone who truly loves you. We don’t talk to him! He calls us five times a day but we don’t go. Our Allah wants us to come to him, be with him, to him we must return. So Allah created heaven for his creation. A place where we can go back to him.


But heaven is not the ultimate reward. There is something worth more than heaven.  Some might know and if you were a Sufi you surely would know. Firstly, who is a Sufi? Let’s just say a person that spends his life in love of Allah and gets close to him spiritually. This can be an understatement. A Sufi sits alone and begs Allah, he cries with overflowing tears, he is constantly wrecked with pain. For what? He is afraid, he shivers both his hands together while every inch of his body is trembling in presence of Allah. He is unable to open his eyes and keeps them tightly closed. Shaking his head humbly waiting for a voice in the vacuum. For him nothing exists but his Allah. He speaks in fear, love and gentle impatience, with only a smirk and the drop down of the first tear, he asks that he needs nothing, He only wants to remind Allah to keep a promise. What is that promise? Such trembling worship and yet he again bargains that he doesn’t want heaven, heaven is meaningless to him, he doesn’t want this endless joy and riches, nothing in heaven is pleasing to him. For he is in love and his eyes and essence are empty. How does he fill his unceasing desire? His soul is thirsty, his spirit is drained, his eyes are blinded and he wants to see. What is this promise, this promise made by Allah to his creation is worth more than heaven. What is it! What is it!

When we all get to heaven we get everything we have wished for. Heaven’s service is faster than our thoughts. What every man wants and was enslaved towards in this world was a women’s love and wise versa in some way, some more or less than others. In heaven we will get 70 Hoors (Allaah says, describing the reward of the people of Paradise (interpretation of the meaning): “And (there will be) Hoor (fair females) with wide lovely eyes (as wives for Al-Muttaqoon – the pious).23. Like unto preserved pearls”). We will be so bewildered by them that we will blankly stare at them for 500 years. This is just one reward in heaven and there are more that we can’t imagine. Just arriving in heaven Allah will give us everything we will wish for and then he will ask us that is there anything more that we want; we will answer that this alone is too much and we can’t imagine more and then he will give us more than we can imagine. After we discover everything in heaven and have everything, he again will ask if there is more that we want; we would have more than more of his rewards and what more can we get? Seeing this Allah will give us even more of his rewards. This will carry on and on. One day when Allah asks us again what is it we want now. As always we won’t have an answer. Allah will now say that its time to fulfill my promise to you. This is the thing that the Sufi pray for in their prayers, this is Allah’s promise. This is what is worth more than heaven. Allah will reveal himself in his true Noor form. Our eyes will fill up with Noor. And as our soul has Noor, this Noor will fill completely cover us. As with winds of Noor throughout heaven we will see our creator. Now we all will be Noor. This is the ultimate, ultimate, ultimate reward. For someone who truly loves Allah this is all one would ever want. If we even love a person our eyes and heart aches to look at them. But in this case this will be the first time you will see the origin and our actual true love that our soul and spirit wanted. And as this day ends we return to our house in heaven where our Hoors will be waiting. But this time as we are made of Noor, these 70 Hoors out of bewilderment will stare blankly at our beauty for the next 5000 years.

So is just heaven what you want or do you want to unite with your Creator?

All Hands Magazine

Thorns Will

“The cure for the pain is in the pain”
“Suffering is a gift, In it is hidden Mercy”
“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens” -Rumi

Let me walk on these thorns to you
Dew blood to paint path for all I knew

Show me nothing for my eyes are full of you
Grace a glance towards me from walls you drew

You have walked these same thorns haven’t you
So will I to get you so be true not me but to you

I know you have suffered death by love’s grasp
Turn around to hold my hand that I beg to clasp

Flawed are the ones blind to see your flairs
Can I see within you seeking the sea of tears

Why hide these oceans for gentle love to bare
Will follow you on these thorns until you hear

If you get hurt than so should I with you in all storms
Numb feet feel love for tis they won’t feel thorns

Please wake from your madness and turn to me
Your vile of true love is worth more than spilled

Know the pain infected love for your worth to me will stay
End our misery with you in my arms as I take the pain away

Immensely Blessed be they who found love here
whilst others found only thorns to endear


I will find your lost heart from its astray
I will tear down the thorns if they hurt
I will fight against fire if all it does is burn
I will bathe in the pool of pain if I must
I will be more than any one that you had
I will pick up all the pieces lost together
I will be more then you expect you can have
I will stretch away the sadness with my all
I will be, I will be and I will

I want to reach that rose surrounded by the thorns, it deserves more I think. I will go through the thorns not knowing what my pain is or does it exist. As I hold the flower I ink it red and paint to its beauty. Gently I pull it closer to myself, but careful ! I would not want to pluck it and leave it empty and thirsty. Such beauty needs to be given freedom. I raise it careful to the sunlight. See how it shines and twinkles with dew not caring about the dry winds. I am in humble love with the fragile bruiser

But A Dream

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“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.”
“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.” -Rumi

You can’t be real for what it seems
Wake me for you are but a dream

You are but my imagination’s fatality
Such perfection cannot exist in reality

Convincing myself it must be a dream
Aimed product of my desire is your theme

Panic and relief should it be a dream
Keeping me waiting is a distasteful scheme

Tis my endless nightmare that I’m away
If tis was real would have I found a way

You are the reason for this smirk on me
Return back my speech you stole from me

Do thoughts have thoughts or do they feel
Turn blush next to me with feelings you conceal

Been but a mess of mistakes I did fall
This dream never loved me or fall at all

Burned in hope I will love this illusion
You are but a dream there’s no confusion

Such beauty and grace sure is a dream
Wish you were real for your heart I’d redeem

I shall sit still for you to fall in my stream
Who am I kidding you are but a dream

“How like a dream is this I see and hear!
Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile.” -Shakespeare

Bewitched Me

“when I am silent, There is a thunder hidden inside” -Rumi

I guff myself bluntly in haste why I raise my eyes here
Then I look at thy and am defeated as I never were

Why do you carry deception on your face
Face a sadness that hides within that maze

There is indeed a known tale on that lip
Cracked glass be broken with a clumsy slip

Inflicting your smile upon wounded heart
Can’t be bold, can’t be strong, can’t haul this part

The more I find an escape, the deeper I fall
Resist and further I’m away, the more it calls

Am Familiar to love but deceived by tis heart
Knowing wasn’t all for this heart aches art

Bewitched my soul in love’s chasm of charm
Haul my flesh in wolf plagued ruins unarmed

holding fire in hand as it burns me up
Can’t cast it off , can’t bare to burn it up

Feeling further and more every once we part
If this is love then how do I rip it apart

I know they don’t feel this way at all
Why i suffer sadness and not cry a call

Locking my heart in a cage trusting in God
I pray every prayer to ask what I have  flawed

Feeling nor expecting anything at all
Hope for a gift of miracle is pain in all

“When I am silent, I fall into a place there everything is music” -Rumi

Beauty Might

” OH soul, you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
of anything less, Why do you worry?
You are in truth
The Soul, of the soul, of the soul ” -Rumi


Everyone is beautiful for what they have
Every uniqueness hidden that no other has

Some have heart like a warming sunrise
Guides of light in dark where path arise

Some have anger like a hypnotic flame
Rage so pure dances to its dazzled claim

Some have a smile that make envy the stars
Hunting arrow through heart leaving scars

Some have love that can die never lost
Happiness in hopeless agony has no cost

Some have sadness deeper then the oceans
That unravish’d innocence lost in emotions

Some have immortality and love for mortality
Nothing can be more then death’s kind finality

Some have art for mind and world as canvas
Highest of all attraction of mind to madness

Some have charm that is highly temporary
Temptation and curiosity but momentary

Some have what I have a broken heart
Broken love broken finding missing part

What if you find all sorts of beauty in one?
Can’t ignore what my heart yells out all at once


Souls Have Met

“When resurrection comes, The heart that is not in love will fail the test” -Rumi

Have I known thy stranger perhaps
for I have known not remember that collapse

Bewildering to flesh and bone yet not to soul
souls knows garden to Eden where souls make stroll

Question of my soul has found enlightenment in yours
thy answer have recognized my soul for yours

From crowds before time souls have known souls
in fields of Eden love as played this role

Waiting upon eternal absolute creator of love
comes a time to send us down to flesh above

Time to imprison souls within soil made bones
handful of clay split in two to make a clone

Two souls captured in the same clay and parted
sent down two fragments lost in mortality uncharted

In constant search the souls racked with pain
in fragment without the other trenching in vain

We might be strangers but our souls are not
I have known you tis my soul you have got


“The course of true love never did run smooth”
“Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service”
“Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away” -Shakespeare