O Reality

Inspired from Allama Iqbal's Kalaam...

Sometime,

O Reality,

Manifest Thyself,

Before my heart,

And You will see,

Prostrations quivering,

Impatiently in my forehead…

 

Indeed my misdeeds,

My filthy heap of sins,

Found no refuge,

Except in Your forgiveness,

And infinite mercy…

 

The fervor of my love,

Has died away slowly,

As the flames of inspiration,

Have burnt out slowly,

In the ashes of my belief,

I search in wilderness,

For a spark,

That would stir my soul alive…

 

Even as I prostate,

The earth cries out,

A shrill deafening cry,

“Your heart is enamored by idols,

And all your prayers shall go in vain…”

 

Reviews

[Hotwater]

A very strong write, I feel you are not sure in what to believe... your heart will lead you. Very good writing, well done to you.
*bird*

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. i don't know what it is that dies inside, haseeb ... i'm not sure what it means to be enamored by idols ... but these words are powerful ... so very powerful ... and so very intense ... perhaps it's human to succumb ... to know the depths of falling ... perhaps it's human to crumble ... to know what it is to gather one's pieces ... so that we may be able to remember ... those ... who before us ... have succumbed and crumbled ... a very fine piece of writing ... these words are profound ...