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I watch her shrivel
In her shell,
Everytime the sun shines:
Perhaps the darkness hides her wounds,
And the battle she fights with time.

I watch her shed
Her wings,
Quite often, while looking upon the sky:
Perhaps she wonders what lies above,
Where even the stars happen to die.

I watch her tie
Her dreams,
Like they are supposed to be,
Perhaps she enjoys the absence of joy,
.... Or the pleasure of making it last.
 Oct 2015 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Sana
O’ bewailed seeker of the seeker
Wandering in the corridor of tenet
Yet opening doors as a blind valet
To the master of secular need
That materialistic greed
On your slumping soul it feeds
Won’t you lift the veil from your heart?
For the doors are new yet all the same
To the rooms of silken gold of shame

O’ lamented!
To annihilate this lust and moist your lips
Don’t cup your hand, nor take the sip
“To quench this thirst, be the sea”
Your heart is vessel so sail THIS ship
Cruise the waters; sail wide and strive
Dig the hole deep, drown and rise

O’ grieving self
Now you conserve the flame of “fikr”
You are the sea yet how good is
When contained in self, veiling the bliss?

“To quench your thirst, be the rain”

Sprinkle the leaves and be that trail
Of lush green ivy once livid and pale
Undone the knots and unlock the chains,
For the dust, for the smoke and the fading lights
Aren’t those ones who have most right?

“But to be the rain, must be that vapor”
That gazes at “shams” and let it burn
The glistening surface of its being
Surrenders its berth of cradling sea
And submits its sole to the Highest being

A sage once said Fire and Rain
Are in unison;  are one name
Immortality!
"Shams" is the Arabic word for sun
"Fikr" is Arabic word, the literal translation is to think, to ponder over, however it has a deeper meaning in Arabic that also combines concern with deep thinking and reflecting on a subject.

Rivers of information run through you as your being flows through time, places and people. When you ponder over, connect the particles and let these gushing streams diffuse into your soul is when the rivers become the exalted sea of knowledge, and yet what good is this mighty sea if it’s merely contained in your sole self. Is not existence due to nonexistence? Is not nonexistence immortal existence? How good is your mighty settled sea if it doesn’t propel you to the shore of immortality? Where your oneness ends and the only remnant is oneness of the One. However vain the knowledge if not practiced, but it is in that containment of knowledge the flame of “fikr” can survive, it’s the womb of knowledge that can conserve the flame of “fikr”.
The application of knowledge is submission. It is when the flame of fikr ignites and becomes the celestial sun that consumes your worldly self. It is when you start sacrificing your fortune, your desires, your relations. It is when you start spending your wealth in the way of God, It is when you start spreading and sharing your knowledge for God, It is when you start living in the way of God, it is then that you turn yourself in the blissful rain of love for humanity, it is then that the endless shower of God’s blessings commences on you.
 Oct 2015 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Sana
Won't you dare
Step in the storm?
Won't you dare
Cup the hand of fate in yours?

Lead on the way
Amidst corridors of blazing sands
Won't you let the friction carve?
Your hands, your sight and heart?

Brushing against your face,
Peeling off your gentle fate
My friend; won't you dare?
And step in the roaring lair?

For ashes and dust
Is this greyish world
So burn the flame
And light in fumes

Hear the tapping of your feet
And feel your sole melt away
On strange wooden lands
Sprinkled with blazing sand

Catch the pebbles
Struck at you
Let it burden till you grieve,
Or build the castle of your dream

Set ablaze, set ablaze
Set yourself ablaze;
Let yourself combust and scarred
And become the blazing star
 Oct 2015 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Sana
Against the gentlest ashen bones n’ flesh
I brush my skin and devour this gest
Driveling to stretch these moments last
For let me relish this spell afore;
My beloved becomes my precious past

On this illusory floor of lustrous dreams
I smash the glass of self-esteem
Tapping and whirling until I’m bereaved
For let me evanesce in pulse afore;
The hour is struck of my beloved’s leave

I pluck the leaves of my insanity n’ grief
And brew it well with my rusty belief
On this unsullied tongue I taste the wine
For let me drink before they lift;
Walls around my beloved’s shrine

Over the tormented waters;
I build a wharf and cast my woes
And I lay in peace as a sleeping child
Whilst averting noises n’ my cries
For let me rest in peace afore;
Veils are laid as my beloved dies
Every weekend I just rush back home to spend whatever moments I am left with my family (God knows). There is no greater blessing than love of our parents. So in the poem I just tell myself that its ok to be carefree at times, and its ok to run after your foolish desires at times as long as you can cherish those; for once you are deprived of the greatest love (for death is inevitable), none of it would ever be the same again; what pleased you once would never please you again as much. The music I listen to with my father; the taste of food I enjoy with my mother; the same food and the same music would always be accompanied with pain.
 Oct 2015 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Flo
Our friendship was rusted
Over this long time dusted
Without connection
Or much affection

The past times were rough
We've been through a lot of stuff
Did not know what it still was
We both needed a pause

But remember one thing
No matter what happens you can always ring
I will open the door
Will be your saving shore

My dear friend
I would never pretend
Everything I say
I truly meant it that way
This poem is about an old friend of mine. We had times, where we did not talk much. But she knows. Whatever happens I got her back. This poem is about true friendship. It does not matter what happens. True friends will always be your saving shore in times, where terrible storms are threatening to drown you.
 Oct 2015 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Flo
Looking into the windows along the streets
Who am I?
Who is that person staring back?
Familiar looking but do I really know you?
What is really on your mind?

Tell me your deepest thoughts!
I wanna know everything about you.
What do you really care about?
What do you feel inside?

What is causing all your pain?
Who are you slowly falling in love with?
What are your greatest fears?
Will i ever get to know myself?!
This is s very odd poem. It is supposed to reflect the question of how good you know yourself. Take a moment and look inside yourself. Take the time to figure out what you feel and truly want.
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