Write

Write.
Said the Chinar leaves.
They danced.
And so did my eyes.
The autumn has set in.
And so has the trance.
The patterns in yellow and gold and orange, fading green.
That sound of my feet walking past the debris of the reality, as my eyes once beheld.
The wind has been singing too much to me.
And I have been too blinded.
Or maybe deaf to see.
But I guess, that's how it is meant to be.

I fall, with the fall, only to wake up from the deep slumber.


I am awake.
With eyes wide open.

I have fallen off the cliff.
Finally.
I've hit rock solid.
Autumn leaves.
Yes, rock solid.
But they have opened wounds.
The ones that enlighten the soul.
That lighten the hardened hearts.

The eyes can resolve the normalcy.
That's news.


~ from the archives

Of being.

What is better - being yourself or putting up a show so that the world can bear you?
Isn't honesty more beautiful?

Qaloo Salaman!

Nausea

For no one to see,

for no soul to intrude,

all you have to say,

is

just let it be. :')

In happiness,
the tears
will roll down your old creeks.
You'll remember now,
not to make way again,
ever.

And in that state,
you pursue to be.
Only to know
One day you don't know the skies no more.

You have ceased to be.
Is it good or bad?
You can not see.

All you see is -
The tears bid you goodbye;
and here you are: RobJ

Freshly wrapped,
for the wide eyed world to see.

You see,
you gotta see harder. F

For you've been told stories of people who have eyes, yet cannot see.

That's how the world ought to be.

But you, my dear one, don't give away to the designs of others.
To Allah we belong, and to Him alone is the return.
Remember that,
always.

Carry the Quran in your heart.
Light up the darkened alleys.

Love,
beyond.

O you scarred one

O scarred being, 

do not let the world dictate.

The collaborator hits you with the bullet,

the other laments your wounds.

They call you their own.

.. and then ..

Some days go by,

the mourner appears.

Just that this time,

in roles switched over.

The hidden collaborator.

This time, running away from your wound.

mutilating you further.

justifying their ways.

Glorifying their acts.

Oh! those exalted souls.

We are all collaborating.

Some with tangible devils.

Some with their hidden monsters.

I tell you, my dear, do not let the world dictate.

Allah u ahad, Allah u ahad.

I will show you the way,

and maybe one day,
You and I will know.

We will work out our own designs.

Holding reality in our hearts.

One day,

We will not sway.

I want you to know.

You have eyes more beautiful,

and

A merciful Lord.

No need to fear this world.

It all is in His hands.

One day,

You and I will not sway.

-meet-

What about the abandoned one?
Are you going to leave her alone?
The dark clouds hovering above.
Aren't they going to make her shiver?

What about you?
Aren't you going to give a helping hand?

You'll look.
Your eyes penetrating her soul.
Tattered, or so it'd seem.
Stitched up, just in time.
So she could be around.
However, she will be oblivious.
You'll look.
and overlook.

And you'll die a little more,
hard, a little more.

Sleep, for you're doing that anyway

For those who feel their hearts are unaware, make dhikr of Allah.

We created many of the jinn and the mankind for Hell. They have hearts that they do not understand with. They have eyes they do not see with. They have ears they do not hear with. Such people are like cattle. No, they are even further astray. They are the unaware. 7:179



Remember your Lord in yourself humbly and fearfully without loudness of voice, morning and evening. Do not be of the unaware. 7:205

Planted for you, across this globe.

A beautiful couplet from the work of the great Urdu poet, Ghalib.