to the master of spiritual masters; unspoken poetry raw

your name quenches thirst of seekers
seeking;
your name lights wooden beads that
slide between fingers and hearts;
your name is love here there
and beyond;
your name is mercy upon
mercy;
your name is the reality
of divinity;
the master of translations
and earthly-felt
vibrations;
the master of the crescent
that moons spiritual
essence;
the master of mediation
where love hums;
the master whose name
is intertwined with
those that lead and
follow to the path;

oh our intercessor,
we seek you
on this lowly realm,
to take us somewhere
towards
heavenly light;
horizons aside.
oh, i long to
be in the space
of you and
yours,
the land of
goodness
as the dawn rises.

a verse of praise,
in moments and days
moon-lit blessings
of peace;

sweeten my breath,
my poverty
with your name.

let love manifest
in and out
and beyond.

fragrant the home
of my heart
with
something
of your character.
oh, blessed face
of ihsan,
the first light;
salutations, peace and
blessings upon you
humbly.

'whoever sends blessings on me at my grave, i will hear it, and whoever sends blessings upon me away from it, it will be conveyed to me' (bayhaqi, shu'ab al-iman)

alif

there is something so profound about the alif.
it symbolises the beginning of much. of
everything. of an alphabet. of names.

of A-L-L-A-H.

i want to write again

it feels so good to write again,
like soil touched with rain.

words. feelings. thoughts.
scattered. here. there.
anywhere. everywhere.

to be free

open me spiritually,

tell me what can you see?

do you see the potential

my soul has to be.

i want to be free.

around the world

i havent blogged in a very long time. my ways with words are rusty but here's a welcome back to me!

around the world in 600 and something days;

coconuts in africa,

bazaars in asia,

cupcakes in europe.

but the world i have not seen

for the world is here.

in me. in my heart.

waiting to be seen.

shown. opened.

tree

i sit infront of this tree,
this long thing that
stretches its branches,
its arms into the
heaven, sunlight,
seeking.
its leaves thrive on
god given nourishment.

i sit infront of this tree,
admiring it whilst
i should be doing my
essay. silly mainstream
education. but i want to admire
nature. the tree. that is natural
to me.
let it be.

fragile

'fragile' 'handle with care':

fragility was laid
on your birth-bed,
your blanket wrapped
you warm from the screams
and shrieks,
but you outgrew the
blanket's warm embrace,
laying open
those wide eye nights
awake
teary eyed.

fragility was your
imaginary friend,
a new day with a
broken beginning
again and again
cycle goes on,
teary eyed.

fragility was your puberty,
you grew hairs so fragile
and a chest of pain,
breaking your voice
into whisperings in the
night,
teary eyed.

fragility was your partner,
married; just fragility to take
from you, it marked
your days and nights
to come,
teary eyed.

'fragile' 'handle with care'

sunset

everything winds down into darkness,
vanishing away into the horizon.

the days worries set,
and stars shine the sky,
the moon,
the miracle moon that split in two,
serves as a reminder across the night sky.

welcome homes,
dinner tables,
laughs and giggles,
rest unwind.

prayers are whispered
breezes blow
hearts are softened
street lights glow

sunset. sunrise. sunset. sunrise
good night. good morning. good evening.

hindsight

'whenever we lose sight of God, it all goes wrong. we must trust in Him and embrace His will by being and achieving at every moment, every given second and grasping every opportunity. there is wisdom behind it all. and maybe one day, we will be at a spiritual station where we can understand; maybe not even understand, but just accept and be content. but for now, we have to wait for hindsight to provide answers that we seek. God knows best.'

bright blue sky

the moon leads me home some days,
sometimes venus comes along.

spring blooms in the face of
my mornings.

and sunshine through my
window.
thats what you are.