ensconced within the window
induced by night’s flow
and a roof of lipful smile

a dream is buzzing
its contours luring

don’t **** it
don’t ****
forget the fright
the winter’s chill

there’s a crying
one more dying
in the squall
beyond my wall
in this dog December night

come my dreams in full streams
without a grudge
without a budge
erase from my head

there’s a dying out there
without a shade
neath the sky
in the coolest place to die

though my dreams are still bright
still young is the night
beyond my sight
happens the mayhem
witness starlight
in this dog December night

and I just aspire
a night of sleep
beside a fire.

some days they are sad. sad about the weather, sad about the thing that happened last night, sad about losing their favorite book, sad about their coffee being cold, sad about the fact that they can't find matching socks. lots of things make them sad, lots of nothings make them sad too. you see, when you have a predisposition for being sad, every little thing counts.  so when you ask her why she is sad and she cannot answer, do not press further. do not go looking for a reason that just isn't there. when you ask what you can do and she says nothing, do not be hurt. do not feel useless. when she wakes in the middle of the night and she is silent, but you can feel the bed shaking as she cries, do not assume you know what she is feeling. you don't. hold her if she wants it, don't touch her if she doesn't. if you ask her if she wants you to stay and she says yes, do. but if she tells you to walk away, do not listen. stay with her, because if you don't, she might not be there in the morning .

Wind is showing its strength outside.
Hither and thither blowing things away.
Humans and animals run for refuge.
Large trees wildly shake and sway.

Streets filled with rubble and grunge.
Grim warning is echoed with each gust.
Durability of properties and souls on test.
How long will they stand fierce ******?

Here inside exists stillness and calm.
Outside irate wind continues to deform.
Though I am safe in this house firm;
But my frail soul is outside in the storm.

Allah was his ears
As sounds unlawful, unethical it never heard.
Secrets, gossips and rumours were also barred.
It buzzed with words of Quran day and night
Always Open to sounds just and upright.

Allah was his eyes
As it looked parents, orphans and needy with love
Brimmed with tears thinking of Almighty above
It never despised his brother and from lust it was freed.
Gold and silver had no worth and had no signs of greed.

Allah was his hands
As it stopped things reprehensible with force
In Allah's cause spent abundantly his resource
It caressed the head of an orphan in affection.
Time and again meekly raised it in supplication.

Allah was his feet
As it never moved towards things which Allah hate
Avoided walking arrogantly with a strutting gait
It always ran to help downtrodden, oppressed.
For knowledge for light it was on constant quest.

He had mountains of obligatory good deeds
He had mountains of non-obligatory good deeds
His protector was Allah The Almighty
His enemy was enemy of Allah The Almighty
He was beloved of Allah
He was friend of Allah
He was Wali of Allah
He was Waliullah.