The wind gently tossing the waters
upon the bare embrace of the sea-
& the rippling waves tracing its
to the solace of troubled hearts.
The withered leaflet,
Dancing in the morning breeze
As flowers take shelter in swollen
Leaving the fragrance of grass to
The afore tweeting birds,
now;...speechless songs await their
How colors of spring have faded out
from canvas of life-
Prolonging the chills of this
No life and yet all life
Nature mourns... as we shy away
from this trauma,
that bites into our soul with
... seen is each one harboring the
as its innerving mirage lures man.
He breathes... and yet is
The silence is deafening-
as the darkness of occultation
The niche grows tighter, the
lantern of my trivial haven breaks.
Its glass pieces lay scatter.
The mirage was never true. My
perception failed me.
With de-railed ecstasy
And a mystic heaviness of guilt
I walk through nature’s garden.
Now with eyes looking beyond its
curtain of frame
I sense the loneliness, the
deprivation, the grounding pain.
Where is the One from whose light I
deprived my soul?
I ask, whispering.
The occultation is pre-destined,
But his beautiful visage so
& the pure hearts have sensed him,
the virtuous souls have met him.
What is more agonizing than...?
The multiple self inflicted wounds
upon my once so pure soul,
by drawing curtains of concealment
upon my vision..
Oh beloved of Al-Askari (ajtf), Ya
Imam Mahdi (ajtf)
Grace upon this slave a generous
A prayer to stand by the oath that
she has made-
To see you once before death
to amend my broken promises
That no mirage would ever entice my