Selected poems from The Hope

The Guide Knows

I am a coward,

approaching you from behind

with a dagger in my hand

 

You are aware.

You feel my presence.

Yet you do nothing as I move closer

 

I raise my dagger

Ready, to slay my guide

 

I take my final breath

and as the knife is about to find it's mark

 

I slip

About to fall down

You turn around

 

You quickly stop my fall

You hold my hands with powerful strength

 

You look at me and say

"I have been expecting you”

 

 

To My Guide

Oh my guide in the Path

Rid me of my scars

Heal me with your hands

Lead me to my Creator

 

Oh, blessed light of the modern day

where falsehood is everywhere,

you only see Truth

 

The Possessor of Hearts

My wonderful Master

My beautiful Shaikh

You are the only lover I seek

From you, I find comfort

From you, I know truth

 

 

The Pleading of the Aspirant

Do not forget me

in your heart

my guide

You who has breathed in me hope

in spite of myself

 

I love you

and you I give my heart

I am not worthy of your feet

so I pray to be accepted

as the dirt under your sandals

The Golden Calf

I stand at the altar

worshipping my gods of my own creation

like Moses you destroyed the golden calf

that I bowed down to

Ashamed I asked to be forgiven by you

You cannot deny my request, my Shaikh

 

Burning for You

This love of you

engulfs me

and burns me to ashes

and I am happy of my burns

I cry to be in those flames

and when I am gone

I will be absorbed into you

Our Master Muhammad

Our Master Muhammad is the Knower of Secrets

Our Master Muhammad is the Secret of Knowers

 

The Birth of You

The Birth of You

was the hope for us

 

You were the Light

on Adam's forehead

 

You were the Ship

leading Noah through troubled waters

 

You were the Whale

that saved Jonah from himself

 

You were the Rock

that David used to destroy a tyrant

 

You were the Staff

of Moses that defied the wickedness of the Pharaoh

 

You were the Miracle

that Jesus foretold

 

You are the Seal of the Prophets

You are the Mercy for all of Mankind

You are God's Intimate

 

The Unveiling

God wanted to be known

so our Master Muhammad was unveiled

and the most beautiful bride was he

His sight would produce tears

Creation was speechless,

awed by the light

that his Lord dressed him in

 

The True King

It is known that you are Mercy

sent by your Lord

And you dwelled in this world

a king

of incomparable stature

but you wore no crown

 

 

The Unseen Beauty

My blessed Prophet

I have never seen your face

but you are always in my heart

 

I cannot grasp your beauty

but your reality

is the key to my existence

The Birth of Truth

The birth of you

brought the death of unbelief

In you

is all creation

and through you

the Creator will be known

Destruction brings Hope

I beg you to take me from this misery

Suffering and pity consumes me

 

In your hands is all the hope of our Lord

 

Destroy my idols with those hands

 

After the death of my false gods

breathe into me life

breathe into me the knowledge of Him

 

The Glory of You

The glory of you outshines the brightest star in heaven

It was your light for this star owes its creation

 

You who God chosen as His Intimate Friend

How can we not be joyous by the mentioning of your name?

 

If we had touched the ground where your sweat has dripped to,

that water will be more cooling

than a thousand swims in the pools of Paradise

 

Love of You

My father and mother,

I will ransom

to catch a glimpse of your light

 

If I hold all the sands from the beaches in the world

they will form a clear mirror, which desires to cast your reflection

 

When you walked amongst men

The Earth was ecstatic

but now it mourns your footsteps

and zealously guards your magnificent chamber

Waiting for Madhi

The warriors of love have hidden themselves

from the ugliness that has consumed the hearts of men

There exists no more restraint in mere mortals

The world is a cauldron of evil that has spilled over all humanity

 

Now, we just pray and hope for you

that glimmering light foretold to us by our Master

And knowing that you will come

has reinvigorated our atrophied faith

 

 

A Heretic's Rambling

I am crazy in love with Your Prophet

Painful stabs in my body

I will endure for Your Chosen One

Oh, one who is the Mercy to mankind

I am a heretic

I love you

I cannot fathom anyone else

 

Rejoice! Rejoice!

Rejoice in your Prophet

Rejoice in your Prophet

no need for shyness

he is the Lord's Beloved

Creation is at his feet

 

Cast aside the pretension

Today, and every day is Eid

 

Celebrate, shout to the Heavens

Our thanks will never be enough

 

Till our death

sing his praise

 

Seek a noble death

Make his praise until your last breath

Thirst of the Believer

Drink your cup full

of these insane thoughts

Think not of others

but direct your heart only to Him

Weakness is a Blessing

My Lord I do not know you

I forget you

so many times

I think of you

when I am weak

 

When I am strong

I forgot you

I desire to be weak

so I can be with you

at all times

 

 

Bowing to Reality

Contemplating my Lord

as I prostrate down

Thinking of His Glory

I am transported to an endless horizon

Disappear Harmful Self

My body and mind

needs to be forgotten

When this disappears

then it is only You

then I will be truly happy

 

Selfish Desire

My Selfish Wish

Shaking and saying

that You are everything

is not enough for me

I am selfish

In my desire to be with You alone

Veiled

The Lord’s Beauty is a veil

that I cannot unmask

Brilliant and alluring is the veil

that my eyes are blind

 

Then by His Grace my heart awakens

 

Just as the beauty of the bride cannot truly be realized by the groom

until the veil is dropped

 

Man cannot understand his Lord

until the Lord decides to let his veil fall

 

Content

The endless thoughts

about the Lord

cannot be explained

by reason alone

 

It is the man dying of thirst

desiring an oasis

 

It is the rebuked lover

seeking the one he cannot have

 

It is the unfortunate beggar

happy with his poverty

 

 

Lover sees clearly

The lover of his Lord

is the one that sees the beauty

in all things

of even the most mundane of things

 

Such as the quiet rock

surrounded by the dense blade of green

 

It is still loved by its Lord,

every jagged edge of itself

 

Mercy Oceans

Mercy Oceans are welcoming you

Swim, swim in the ocean of mercy

Cast aside your garments

There is no need for shyness

You are with your Beloved

 

Splash the waters of forgiveness all over your body

There is no shortage

 

Frolic in his all-encompassing embrace

You are not alone in this vast ocean

He is always with you

 

The Day

The day will come

when all our sorrows of yesterday

will be forgotten

 

The missteps that we walked

will be covered

 

The sickness that we endured

will be cured

 

The miseries will be no more

 

There will be no more regrets

except that we did not prepare better

for our heavenly reunion

with the Remembrance of Him

 

Freedom

I was not born to serve

the rulers of this world

I will not cease my life

so your riches will increase

 

I cut myself from your machine

my connections, my chains

I have thrown them away by my acceptance of Him

 

 

Down the Well

I throw my clothes, my burdens, my worries

down the well of my self

I want nothing more of this world

I am not bound by its dictates

Their orders and whispers affect me no more

My voice is no more

It is your voice I hear

Alone, only You speak