Jan 29 · 626
A girl ..
Hamad Jan 29

A girl whose name is 'Love' , is lost .... is lost .... is lost.

Hamad Jan 7

The stupidest man I ever met had a favorite saying.

It was :
'What do you think I am, stupid, or something?'

Jan 7 · 609
Hamad Jan 7

The glass is almost empty, but my thirst still remains,
I cannot see the rest of this wine relief the pain.

The rose is about to die, but its beauty still remains,
The thorns feel its wound and cry along with its pain.

The night is almost over, but its moments of truth remains,
When the frigid darkness leaves the dawn just burns more pain.

Saqi ! Another life is about to end, but the last sip still remains,
I ‘An Ocean of Wonders’ yet still drown in her eyes again and again.

The music is about to pause, but the last beat still remains,
When the dancer whorls in ascetic steps he forgets his pains.

The poem I have written is almost done, but my last words remain,
The quieter you become the more you can hear … listen to my pain!

BY: Khawaja Hamad

Oct 2016 · 879
Afsana (Story/tale)
Hamad Oct 2016

Somethings are a reality while others are just .... an Afsana,
Our life, the world we see through our eyes ..... our Afsana.

The world full of gloom, tears, emotions all crushed, a reality,
The words that were never spoken, just .... an Afsana.

Saqi ! reality has sunk in hard with this cup of wine,
Promises, hopes and then the beauty of her eyes, just ... an Afsana.

Beloved don't get too lost in the reality you live in,
Life takes many turns, maybe one day I will be your ... Afsana.

Afsana : Means tale, story etc.
May 2016 · 765
Into your eyes ...
Hamad May 2016

Do you ever walk alone in the rain,
Do you ever think about all the pain.
All pain that we caused,
The two, broken un-mended hearts .....

Do you ever feel your eyes burn like a flame,
Do you ever  think that you are the one to blame.
When the smoke is real,
It's hard to live, makes you, want to kneel ....

Do you ever look at the skies and wish that you were set free,
Do you ever feel lost and find it hard to breathe.
This love is no game, its hard play,
But don't you worry it will find a way....

voyage into my dreams, drown in the river of disguise,
Fly into space, catch a star and bring back into your eyes.

BY: Khawaja Hamad
May 2016 · 3.1k
Hamad May 2016

From the city hidden behind a hundred mountains,
At the bank of Jhelum as I stand,
I write a poem for my dear homeland.

I dream of such moments that bring me back to such a time,
I dream of me at the top of a mountain, sitting next to a Sufi Shrine.

I yearn the rivers that run through the city, like the desire for freedom,
runs through our blood,
I yearn a gardened red fort for the night, rain such, making the earth become mud.

I remember you in every unfulfilled season I experience in exile,
In every journey I take, all distances I cover, every mile.

The wind is calling for me, Beloved don't close your eyes,
Just a few more moments, we will meet at Sangam at sunrise.

Sangam : Specifically referring to location where river Neelum and Jhelum meet. Otherwise two things meeting one another is known as sangam.
Red fort :  A fort located in kashmir, Muzaffarabad.
Jhelum: one of the many rivers that flow through kashmir.

Sufi mountain: reffering to peerchanasi a mountain top in muzaffarabad that beds the shrine of a sufi.

By: khawaja Hamad
May 2016 · 658
Hamad May 2016

For it is forbidden to take the name of one's beloved in a poem.

May 2016 · 682
Hide me in your eyes
Hamad May 2016

Hide me in your eyes,
Dont leave me in this cruel world.

Let me live in your dreams,
Don't Leave me restless in these dark nights.

Hide me in your eyes.
Don't leave me in this cruel world.

May 2016 · 739
I have heard ...
Hamad May 2016

I have heard people look at her with full sight,
Let's stay in her city for some days and see,

I have heard when she speaks flowers blossom,
If it is so lets us talk to her an see.

I have heard she feels close to those tormented,
So let us destroy our selves and see,

I have heard that butterflies tease her in the day time,
I have heard at night fireflies stop to see her,

I have heard that her delicate eyes are a patron of agony,
Let us too walk by her street and see,

I have heard she too has interests in poetry,
So let us too see the miracles of our talents play,

When she is still, things revolve around her,
When she walks, generations stop to look at her,

May these be stories or even if she is beyond ones limits,
If she is a dream let us make her reality and see.

Ahmad Faraz
Hamad Apr 2016

Let the flowers be filled with color,
Let the first soft breeze of the spring flow.

Do come over,
So the garden can get on with it's daily business.

Let the flowers be filled with color,
Let the first soft breeze of the spring flow.

Gloom reigns in the cage,
My friends do say something to the breeze,
Somewhere, For God's sake,
There must be discussion about the beloved today.

Do come over,
So the garden can get on with it's daily business.

Let the flowers be filled with color,
Let the first soft breeze of the spring flow.

Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Feb 2016 · 3.9k
Like a candle
Hamad Feb 2016

Like a candle, she lived with a force smile,
She laughed sweetly and wept bitterly.
She was burning through he fire of separation,
Either smoke nor light could be seen in her.
Outwardly she lamented like the wind,
inwardly she consumed her heart like the earth.

Feb 2016 · 474
A hundred Tears
Hamad Feb 2016

A hundred tears these two eyes cry,
These eyes murdered by slumber.
Theses eyes can't sleep again.

My heart a traveler, doesn't listen to me,
It turns back and looks at old roads.
My heat is so stubborn.

It is seeing dreams made of glass,
And they are bound to break someday,
In this world, the things that get broken in love,
Can’t be joined by anyone, the heart doesn’t know this.

The one who went away doesn’t know that,
Since her departure, my soul also went away,
While passing, I see her now and then,
Her colour hasn’t faded away yet,
The words of my departed beloved is still on my lips.

A hundred tears these two eyes cry,
These eyes murdered by slumber.
Theses eyes can't sleep again.

Random translation of - Sau Aasoon
Feb 2016 · 684
Who are you ?
Hamad Feb 2016

Saqi! who are you ?
Are you my Beloved, are you my God?
Or are you the one who knows it all.

God! who are you?
Are you my Saqi, are you my Beloved?
Or are you the one who gives unlimited.

Oh! Beloved ... who are you?
Are you my God, are you my Saqi?
Or are you the one who imprisoned me.
BY: Hamad Khawaja

By: khawaja Hamad
Feb 2016 · 664
Hamad Feb 2016

She lives in her eyes,
In an ocean of tears.
She dreams with a quiver,
In endless fear.
Life drowns in her beautiful eyes,
she sails away like a butterfly.
Saqi! Silently, Give me a cup of wine,
Save me from what God created so divine.
Her eyes open, its when love takes a turn,
this soul is sold, this Heart is burnt.

Khawaja Hamad
Dec 2015 · 495
I wonder
Hamad Dec 2015

I wonder…..

I wonder if my whispered songs reach his ears, giving such an overwhelming emotion that it would drown him in tears.

I wonder if he sees me in the stars and in the moonlight shining and glittering upon his skin,

I wonder if my smile ever greeted his face like the rising sunrise kissing the morning skies.

I wonder if he tastes me in the clouds of smoke, threatening to burn and purify his lungs of love long lost.

I know this for certain…..

I will write to my beloved in my entire existence, from my breath, the way I leave my favorite books scattered, And, how I hate suffocating among crowds of people, yet continuing to search for years just to see a glimpse of true loves face.

My apologies will be given in sincerest form, a kiss, the washing of your favorite shirt stained with my mistakes,

And time will show you that no other would go to the ends of the earth to rectify the wrongs.

Love can heal, words can mend, and I’ll remove the cup of sorrows from your worn hand,

Then, my eyes will entice you to believe in the innocence of youth again.

I found your poems and read each one aloud, knowing from the first touch of my fingers against the inked page,

That I would forever be yours, a captive to your scarred heart.

BY: Summer Alyse
Dec 2015 · 780
Hamad Dec 2015

Beloved, I write, but,
I cannot write to you alone tonight,
There are other countless pains in this world to fight.

The children of heaven float by the sea shores of the realm,
Waiting for someone to open a door, as they leave the boats without a helm.

I have seen the penniless swallow their hunger every night,
And walkedby by the plentiful who enjoy there lavish lives.

Men in masks and uniforms oppress the masses in every form,
Everyday a relentless fight, justice comes down with the rush of a storm,

As I cut through the desire to talk of your beauty tonight,
As if I have committed a sin with every word I write.

Though, I cannot refuse these realities tonight,
Pondering in the pain of love alone cannot be right.

Saqi! What is this dilemma? What wine will you offer tonight?
Atleast remember this, that now I have much more wounds to sink inside.

BY: Khawaja Hamad
Jul 2015 · 1.0k
Hamad Jul 2015

Saqi ! What are you doing ? Don’t stop, keep pouring more wine,
Don’t worry , this night , this world and this grace is all mine.

Saqi ! It is in your cup and tavern that the medicine for all my diseases exist ,
You are wrong to think your wine is what gets me intoxicated.

Saqi! Listen, her leer is what makes me dance every night,
It is her eyes in which I drown in at every sight.

Saqi! Don’t judge me, I have have never been out of control,
It is not within me I tell you, it is to whom this heart has been sold.

Aye Saqi! What are you doing ? Stop, ‘It is almost time to Pray’,
Stop for Heaven’s Sake and Say God’s Name.

BY: Khawaja Hamad

BY: Khawaja  Hamad
Jul 2015 · 895
Hamad Jul 2015

How far away this night breeze has come, to give me her respects,
A breeze that has kissed my beloved's lips and touched her footsteps.

How stars have re-aligned to remind of me those nights again,
The stars that watch over my beloved and pray for me in vain.

Saqi ! How can you try to convince me, to let go of something so divine,
May it be your cup of wine, Or the beloved I have loved so blind.

Form rivers to oceans, to mountains alike, all this evidence is insight,
God is one, and my Beloved has also for me been the chosen one.

BY: Khawaja Hamad
May 2015 · 1.3k
Hamad May 2015

God is not a utility,
He is an Ecstasy.

May 2015 · 1.2k
Hamad May 2015

A tear in my eye is wandering about, asking my eye-lashes,
Where is the Beloved's house?

May 2015 · 2.3k
Hamad May 2015

Neither does my Journey have a beginning, Nor does my journey have an end,
My journey is for my beloved, not any other besides this one will I transcend.

Do not question me at every turn, do not show me the desire to change my path clear,
My journey is full of hardships, don't walk with me, thorns will wound you I fear.

I am not a traveler, I am a wanderer, I am the king of all nomads,
I do not desire anything , do not give me the blessing to ask.

Saqi! it is your tavern that keeps me going on this journey of love,
intoxicated, I am Drinking your wine and taking to the God above.

It is this extreme love for my beloved, I enjoy my state of selflessness,
If it is possible forget me, forgive me, and forever let me be.

By: Khawaja Hamad
Mar 2015 · 3.6k
Happy Virus
Hamad Mar 2015

I caught the happy virus last night

When I was out singing beneath the stars.

It is remarkably contagious -

So kiss me.

Jan 2015 · 948
Hamad Jan 2015

Your love to me is more than it may seem,
Your love to me is more like a divine dream.

A marvel, an ambition and a trance to me,
This dream is a delight, a vision and beauty to me.

You are the desert rose in the sand I dwell,
You are the magic that has upon me cast a spell .....

Saqi! write the remaining poem for me tonight, let me give you my pen,
Just hand over the tavern to me , it will take a little time my friend.

Beloved I have given the task to someone,a poem in your name to ink,
A person of great prestige, he is but the cup-bearer of the tears I drink.

BY: Khawaja Hamad
Dec 2014 · 1.1k
Hamad Dec 2014

I don't have time to visit a tavern these days,
Oh! Beloved may God Just keep your eyes blessed today,
Don't mind, but, I need not  your wine for intoxication to stay.

Dec 2014 · 66.0k
Two eyes
Hamad Dec 2014

I gazed at her so much,
As much as one could be gazed at.
But still, with two eyes,
How much can one gaze after all ?

Dec 2014 · 1.4k
Hamad Dec 2014

God lives in a broken heart.

Nov 2014 · 820
They'd Love to See Me Dead
Hamad Nov 2014

They'd love to see me dead so they can say : he was one of us , he belonged to us.
For twenty years I've heard those very steps banging on the night's wall.
They came but did not open the door.
They have entered now.Then three of them went out:a poet,a killer and a reader. "Will you have a drink of wine?"I asked."We'll have a drink",they said."When will you shoot me?"I asked.They answered:"Take your time."They prepared the glasses and went on singing for the people.I said:"When will you start killing me?"They said:"We have started.Why did you send shoes to the soul?""So it can walk on the land.",I said.They said :"Why did you write a white poem when the land is jet black?"I answered :"Because thirty seas flow into my heart."They said:"Why do you like French wine?"I said:"Because I deserve the loveliest woman."
"How would you like your death?""Blue like the stars pouring through the roof.Would you like some more wine?"They said:"We'll have some."I said:"I will ask you to do it slowly,to kill me slowly slowly so I can write the last poem for the wife of my heart."But they laughed and stole from the house only the words which I was going to say to the wife of my heart.....

BY:  Mahmud Darwish
Oct 2014 · 965
Someday I will move on ....
Hamad Oct 2014

Someday I will move on,
Someday she will be gone,
I will meet someone else to share devotion with,
Maybe after all 'one love' is just another myth.

But when this happens,
It doesn't go to far .....

It only takes one look into my eyes
for her to say,

"Seems you already have someone living inside,
I can see her clearly in your eye's "

Saqi !these moments of hardships are almost impossible to bear,
Tonight give me the wine of all wine's, or tear my eyes out I dare

Oh! God how will I ever achieve you in this life of mine?
For I have failed to even attain an individual of my own kind.

BY: Khawaja Hamad
Oct 2014 · 1.1k
I wonder ...
Hamad Oct 2014

I wonder if my poems were ever read by my beloved ,
I wonder if these winds ever gave my kisses to her lips,
I wonder if the rain drops ever gave her the touch of my tears,
I wonder if my love ever traveled to her all these years,

But one thing is for sure, when she reads my poems she will know it was meant for her,
If she ever receives feelings of a presence or touch it was from me to her.

Saqi !  She will one day endure this love grown so strong,
She will collapse and realize all that she has done wrong.

God has a time for everything and a way for it all to come together,
I am the one writing poems and verses one day it will be her turn.

BY: Khawaja Hamad
Hamad Oct 2014

That which then was ours, my love,
don’t ask me for that love again.
The world then was gold, burnished with light –
and only because of you. That’s what I had believed.
How could one weep for sorrows other than yours?
How could one have any sorrow but the one you gave?
So what were these protests, these rumours of injustice?
A glimpse of your face was evidence of springtime.
The sky, whenever I looked, was nothing but your eyes.
If you’d fall into my arms, Fate would be helpless.

All this I’d thought, all this I’d believed.
But there were other sorrows, comforts other than love.
The rich had cast their spell on history:
dark centuries had been embroidered on brocades and silks.
Bitter threads began to unravel before me
as I went into alleys and in open markets
saw bodies plastered with ash, bathed in blood.
I saw them sold and bought, again and again.
This too deserves attention. I can’t help but look back
when I return from those alleys – what should one do?
And you are still so ravishing – what should I do?
There are other sorrows in this world,
comforts other than love.
Don’t ask me, my love, for that love again.

Originally translated from Urdu, written by Faiz Ahmed Faiz.
(Translated from Urdu by Agha Shahid Ali)
One  of my favorite poems, I will be doing a Historical critical analysis for this poem soon.
Sep 2014 · 866
I walk With the moon ....
Hamad Sep 2014

I walk with the moon and I talk to the stars,
I fly with fireflies and live with my scars.

I mend broken flowers for living and I listen to the night breeze,
I sing to the sea and with my sorrows come to appease.

It seems as if I have lived in this darkness for so long,
I have forgotten how to translate right from wrong.

Saqi ! tonight measure this ocean with your wine,
Separate my tears from the salt and draw a line.

Oh Beloved ! Open your eyes again as I search for a lost soul,
This may be to you Just another dark night, but to me it is a black hole.

By: Khawaja Hamad
Sep 2014 · 1.0k
I wish
Hamad Sep 2014

I wish I could write about Humanity and peace,
I wish I had the gift to speak for the people in need.

I wish I could cry for the mothers whose children were killed,
Or the  father who couldn't afford medicine for a daughter who was ill.

I wish I could rise against tyranny with my words,
And bravely talk about the truths that have gone unheard.

I wish I could ink about people who die for an actual cause,
And express the pains of this Human race at large.

Saqi, I wish I wasn't the poet who came to your tavern and thought of love,
I wish I was the soul who dedicated words to the people who deserved them well.

Oh Beloved ! but dont dare think my intentions are to disgrace you ever, God forbid !
Even after such bitter words in every poem I try to write, in the end you somehow always win.

By: Khawaja Hamad
Sep 2014 · 1.0k
People say
Hamad Sep 2014

People say that,
with her lips roses blossom
with her eyes the waves dance

with her black tresses night falls
with her smile innocent hearts are lost

People say that,
with her breath the wind blows
its her steps that the earth knows

I agree that,
She is pure, she is gold
She is to whom my heart was sold.

By: Khawaja Hamad
Aug 2014 · 1.2k
I am ...
Hamad Aug 2014

I am a shattered firefly , I am a misspelled word, I am a poet insane,
Who will tell me my script? I am a writer in Pain.

I am a misplaced dream, I am an irretrievable tear, I am the ecstasy betrayed,
Who will guide me to shore? I am a sailor astray.

I am an unheard voice, I am a forgotten song, I am the dance ignored,
Who will listen to me ? I am a drinker absorbed.

I am a broken heart, I am a lost traveler, I am a searching soul,
Who will tell me my way? I am a lover in despair.

By: Khawaja Hamad
Aug 2014 · 963
Hamad Aug 2014

I am a broken heart, I am a lost traveler, I am a searching soul,

Who will tell me my way? I am a lover in despair.

Jul 2014 · 955
Hamad Jul 2014

Sweep with your soul before the beloveds door,
Only then will you become her lover.

Jul 2014 · 818
Hamad Jul 2014

There are as many paths to God
as there are souls on Earth.

Jun 2014 · 9.3k
Hamad Jun 2014

Blood must not merely follow routine, must not
just flow as the veins' uninterrupted
river. Sometimes it must flood the eyes,
surprise them by being clear as water.

Jun 2014 · 832
Hamad Jun 2014

" The True subject of poetry is the loss of the beloved. "

Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Jun 2014 · 1.0k
Hamad Jun 2014

The glass is almost empty, but my thirst still remains,
I cannot see the rest of this wine relief the pain.

The rose is about to die, but its beauty still remains,
The thorns feel its wounds and cry along with its pain.

The night is almost over, but its moments of truth remains,
When the frigid darkness leaves the dawn just burns more pain.

Saqi ! Another life is about to end, but the last sip still remains,
I 'An Ocean of Wonders' yet still drown in her eyes again and again.

The music is about to pause, but the last beat still remains,
When the dancer whorls in ascetic steps he forgets his pains.

The poem I have written is almost done, but my last words remain,
The quieter you become the more you can hear ... listen to my pain!

BY: Khawaja Hamad
May 2014 · 1.6k
Hamad May 2014

I fell down on my head from the weight of my sins,
The world thought that I had bowed down into prayer.

But When I bowed down into my prayer this is what people then said,
This Wicked man has drunk so much that he is lying down Wasted.

By Bowing down prayers are not preformed,
One's heart has to be sunk for worship to be done.

This is why Ghalib broke his Tasbeeh (Prayer rope) ,
How can I count and take his name, he who gives me countless.

Verses from Dewaan -e- Ghalib, Translated by me.
May 2014 · 970
Write to me someday
Hamad May 2014

If the desire is to fall in love, there is a lot to learn,
This heart, these eyes and soul will have to burn.

What ink writes and words describe can easily be changed,
But what this heart renders and our eyes disclose forever remains.

Will my Beloved ever recite the poems that I write?
Or will this desire of mine just grow again every night.

Saqi, listen to me I have so much to say tonight,
Pour some wine in my glass, and let us take a flight.

Up the mountain of hardships, across the fields of miseries and into the tears of the ocean,
let me help you transform this tavern and the wine you hold into my needed potion.

Saqi! dont you dare say no to me tonight, for you already know I am broken inside,
Let me get lost in my intoxication, for hasn't there been enough of me who has already died.

Write to me someday but not in words, Write to me inside your tears, with your eyes,
Say what you have to say oh ! Beloved and send them to me though fireflies.

BY: Khawaja Hamad
May 2014 · 2.2k
Mothers Pain
Hamad May 2014

I know the grief of every mother,
    The ones who see their,
     children suffer,

Form hunger, disease
      rape and pain.

I wish no mother ever has
      to endure it again.

God bless all the mothers who suffer everyday and night in Pakistan,Kashmir,Palestine,Africa and Syria because of war and hatred.
by: Erum Fatima
May 2014 · 1.0k
Someone once asked me .....
Hamad May 2014

Someone once asked me, what ink do you write these words with ?
I said, "This ink of mine is of a special kind."
"I make it myself, it is purely divine."
Tell me the ingredients I would like to know ?
No problem my dear friend, just take a note.

Two drops of water from any mountain in Kashmir,
Five teardrops from any true lover in the world my dear.

Pluck an innocent flower from its roots,
Pray to God for forgiveness as you do.

Take some wine and mix it all in together,
Wait for the Saqi to come and measure.

For if only all your measurements are precisely right,
He will then look deep into your eyes that night.

If not then repeat the process a hundred times,
If so, take the ink and write down your first lines.

My friend this is just the ink I just like to use,
To go to my Saqi it is the perfect excuse,
But the truth is that,
The words that I write are whispered to me not produced.

By : khawaja hamad
May 2014 · 2.0k
Broken Flower
Hamad May 2014

A flower was once broken in such a way,
That It could never be mended in any way.

For it was stolen, but who had robbed him to never be returned ?
From his beautiful meadow, from his home beneath the shrub.

Plucked from its bed, it landed into someones hands,
He saw he had been lifted up in-between two lovers lands.

Scattered were his dreams into pieces when he was broken,
But in those scattered dreams he found the will of God above.

The flower gave away its fragrance and beauty to the loved ones,
Dispersed from its birthplace,It learned to sacrifice,give away not shun.

For he was just a flower and that, they were God's special ones,
He realized this was his fate and something notable must be done.

But when he became ill and started to die,
He lost his colors and cried his fragrance in goodbye,

He longed for the pasture where he once played with the breeze,
Where he sang songs of sunshine and slept under the stars as ease.

The lovers did not care for him then, unfortunate he departed and was thrown in waste,
Sad the flower could not even be buried in the beautiful meadow where he was born and raised.

But still until eternity, will the flowers sacrifice never go in-vain,
It will always be a symbol of love, hope and forever remain.

By : Khawaja Hamad
Hamad May 2014

Every day I give this heart a cup of poison,
There lies such a pain inside still does not die.

Maybe what the fortune teller once told me was true,
“Death will not kill you, but someone’s love will do.”

The life of the alluring flower how tragic and torn,
It’s innocent but still plucked as if it was the only sinner born.

In this life of mine O! Beloved many rainy days have I seen,
Each rain drop has been but like a saline tear for me.

I have forgotten about love, but love has not forgotten me,
Living in this world is not that easy you see.

I now long for eternity where beloved we shall meet,
I shall write my unwritten poems besides you at least.

Oh! Saqi somehow make my awakened thoughts go to sleep tonight,
If you don’t have the wine for this task, just pour some toxin inside.

BY: Khawaja Hamad
Apr 2014 · 1.5k
Sand And Foam
Hamad Apr 2014

Our most sacred tears never seek our eyes.

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

I long for eternity because there I shall meet my unwritten poems and my unpainted pictures.

Yes, there is a Nirvana; it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem.

Taken from Sand And Foam a book of Aphorisms written by the brilliant Kahlil Jibran.
Apr 2014 · 1.1k
When I am gone
Hamad Apr 2014

O! Beloved when I am gone, don't think nothing will be wrong,
Whose letters will you read,
Whose poems will you be,
Whose thoughts will you absorb,
Whose dreams will you transform,
Whose eye's will you live in,
Whose tears will you swim in,
Whose life at every moment will you change,
Whose sleepless nights will you arrange,
Whose journeys will you become a part in,
Whose drops of wine will you dance in,
O! Beloved when I am gone, don't think noting will be wrong,
There will be something you will miss,
There will be a moment you of reminisce,
There will be a time you will also anguish,
Someones existence for that while may not be strong,
But Beloved every thing will change when I am gone.

BY : Khawaja Hamad
Apr 2014 · 1.4k
Hamad Apr 2014

I have felt pain at my foot steps,and what they call 'Love' at its peak.
Form time to time I have seen, this world and its cruel ways to be,

I have Endured all the  stages of  'Love' that you have shun,
Attachment, Patience, Regret and every other single one.

I have inked my 'Love' down with simple and pure words of poetry,
These verses are my evidence and it's readers are witnesses of my stories.

Like  'Love' was given to have some other meaning for me,
Maybe a sin I had done, and it was sent in return for me.

Don't cherish my pain enemies, and don't hold back companions, for I will speak for 'Love',
In This Journey, for just a moment I lived in heaven and drank from a fountain above.

Like every other blessing you sent in disguise, I have unveiled this mystery of 'Love' too
Oh Creator,You and your absolution,
I have no means to describe it, all I can do now is wordlessly bow down to you.

BY: Khawaja Hamad

Hamad Jan 2014

There is beyond this language another language for us,
Beyond hell and paradise there is another place for us.
To be a drunkard and poor is our fortune,
Reading the scriptures or being ascetic is another world for us.

shaykh Nuroddin Esfaraayini
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