When the lights were all off And the stars were all bright When every door was shut And no one was on sight I left my couch, over which I lay I left my place of stay.
I ought to leave the comfort zone Just to accomplish What the night has shown To me, it bestowed the highest privilege To me, it had shown me my dream, To achieve what I pledged.
Now when the world has dozed off into theirs I toil to make mine with glittering flairs. With what I have and what God gave me My dream was not only in my sleep.
Not to touch the moon, Nor to fly in sky Not money , not fame, My dream had nothing to do with same All I want is a drift in the world To bring smiles and blushes on every face To wash of every filthy and dirty place To purify the heart of masses To make one believe that love still ancompasses Because we deserve to live this way To make the earth a place called "Heaven's Bay". Where you and me can laugh and rejoice Where there is joy in every voice.
Let alone, I start upon this time Through my words, my thoughts put in a rhyme, Because this was not a mere dream of the night For it lingered even when the Sun brought light
हमने आपकी रचनाएँ पढ़ी, वह सभी अद्वितिय हैं। हम आपको अपनी नई पुस्तक में सहयोग देने के लिए आमंत्रित करना चाहते हैं। पुस्तक आपके नाम के साथ प्रकाशित होगी साथ उसकी प्रतियां भी आपको दी जाएंगी। आपको सम्मानित करते हुए स्वर्ण पदक भी दिया जाएगा।
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When all the luminosity of this illusive world falls apart, I find you in the umbral corner of my splintered heart, Beneath the barren sky where breathes not even a single ray of light, So that neither my shadow emerges nor my reflection evolves to steal my sight.
Where my soul stands raw in front of you, in the state of ablution, in the position of Salah, The space between my breaths filled with my trembling voice summoning you, "Ya Allah", Where It's only you to listen when my feeble body falls in the state of prostrations, My tongue ceases, my soul whispers aloud, unveiling the depth of worldly lacerations.
Where I can fearlessly shed drops of pain through my eyes, Seeking a single droplet of your forgiveness, vast oceans of sins that purifies, Even when I know no divine voice would ever revert back from the heavens, But still I find peace while I pluck the thorns of perplexing questions.
I plead with you to flatten the accumulated sins at the seashore of my life, the silt, At the point of tangency of my forehead and the praying mat, gets dissolved my guilt, Where the jars of tales about me being betrayed and hurt, I endeavour to tilt, Exhausted I sit spreading my hands to beg, to restore the castles of my peace, I'd built.
I may be the biggest of sinners this universe can ever hold, But your generosity O Lord, is enormous, you're forgiveness is multi - fold, The tears that drop forming a pond in my cupped hands with faded lines to pray, to plead, Renders solace as they are purest of all the rivers, through the chest of moutains that bleed.
I felt like a withered autumn leaf, flimsy and light, The land which my feet weren't kissing, never touched my sight, Breeze that blew there had an elegant fragrance, diffused, From the flowers I had smelt never, stood confused.
The place brighter than the sun exhaling moon-like tranquility, Descended down my soul bit by bit, drops of serenity, With my naked eyes all open, I felt I was put on a blindfold, Vaccum brimmed my very existence, no memories I seemed to hold,
Advanced further, just to feel more of that strange place, I realised, I moved in a distict way bearing a divine grace, Not only the rivers and passerines there, even I was new, Brooks were pure than ever, novice was the zephyr that blew.
A cradle of snowflakes, quilted with feathers, swaying side by side, Near a lustrous stream of honey flowing in shades of gold and bronze, alongside, Summoned me and I just slid towards it inquisitive to find what it had, My senses spinned a million times in skepticism, I then realised, I was dead.
I met someone after decades, my womb bore it for birth, My newborn who struggled too hard but couldn't make on the Earth, I kissed every inch of his tender body and my tears rolled down inadvertently, With the firm belief that none could tear us apart, my arms clasped my long lost baby.
I didn't grieve for I had foregone my body, my life, Rather I forgave all the souls at once, got freed from the wordly strife, The mother in me thanked the angel of death for that priceless reunion, Whom she cursed once for abducting her baby, rendering her motherhood barren.