Lessons not taught in School -(1)

Just as Fall faded,

You did too.

And so I learnt a lesson.

Life's beautiful with departures.

Like seasons change,

Humans do.

And so I learnt a lesson.

It's painful, yet beauty lies in temporal spaces.

Language

There was beauty in what you uttered.

A kind that significantly mattered.

And at times when your practice silence.

There was everything confessed in abundance.

More of the void would fetch the beloved.

For the language of lovers are seldom heard.

So my love, speak or not, but I'll listen.

In agony and bliss, I'll be within.

#wild

Thought of the word wild didn't bring in poetry. Rather I wanted to pull out my skin, rip it apart and just clench onto my veins. The green they portray on the outside would actually be bloody blessed red.

What is it about a word that makes us write on it? Our thoughts most often I suppose. So what are my thoughts on wild?

To be precise everything contradicting to what the word sounds. Wild sounds like a roar, looks like a lion and feels like the deepest stare of a leopard. But then to me, it's the scented flowers that are rare and precious. It's the unknown and unheard melodies that we get to experience once in a lifetime. It's the rawness in the nature that's often secluded from life, but that which has a life beyond the machines we have become. It is that which makes action not mundane and words not shallow.

Wild is something that we all have, the rawest of our being is wild and the world tames us. Maybe for the bliss of eternity to enjoy rather than the temporal tales that we exist as.

Wild is now when I simply scribble yet scream the thoughts when I undress them here as they are when I try to fight the conflicts and ignore the teasing of my own heart and just paint here.

#redemption

Evolved from the pricks of words,

she left her coffin alive and profound.

A dunk in the river of consciousness,

A scrub by the branches of patience.

Knelt in the mud of madness

Submitted her being to the Divine.

A ritual to live again, but not survive.

A promise to be human, and not ignorant.

VERTICAL JOURNEY|PERFECTION

This is my first attempt at making a series of videos wherein I take you all on my journey as I talk about things that I personally value. I will be picking up my own personal experiences as I go about. So in today's video, I take you all on the road to the uniqueness and what actually can be defined as Perfection. The beauty of this world lies in the differences we have in each of us, else the world will be sick and boring.

Vertical Journey| Realization

This is my first attempt at making a series of videos wherein I take you all on my journey as I talk about things that I personally value. I will be picking up my own personal experiences as I go about. So to start with I talk of how I have realised about the Stranger living within me and how to explore within. while on the move we also come across Acceptance and the beauty of it. hope you like it. if you do share and subscribe. also, hit the like button, don't shy around!

MEMORIES

PANDEMIC REFLECTIONS PART 2

Sujood

Peace to the one reading this.

This piece of write-up comes from a special place in my heart. It comes from the absolute knowledge that I am nothing and I belong to Ar-Rahman! This isn't merely an outburst of some emotion, but words that spill at the realisation and reflection of being conscious.

We all have written and read about the power and beauty of Sajdah/Sujood.To fall onto the ground, and desperately seeking from the one above the seven heavens. The one moment when our heart is above our heads, and we pour out our woes, worries, seeking for all that we think we need for us in this life and next. There is no form of seeking that is as humbling as that of sujood. For us, to bow down and whisper all that which Allah already knows of, is a lesson for man. To shred away any thought of arrogance and even the mere thought of 'I' or 'Mine'. It takes a lot of Taqwa in one to reach such a point.
The urge to grasp onto our musallah(praying mat) and cry about all that is disturbing us, also, out of happiness, we fall and let out a note of gratitude for the abundant mercy and blessings Allah showered upon us.

I have read somewhere that sujood is a love's tale, uttered on the lands, but heard up in the heavens and that itself describes the beauty of it.
Let's grasp onto each sajdah we have been blessed with, every sujood we do is the mercy of Allah, for Allah has put Allah's "will" that we do it. Let us pray for Allah's mercy to never stop, for Allah to decree upon more sujood so we talk to Allah till our heart's content.

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