L e t
T h y   c u p
O '  C u p - b e a r e r
B e    f i l l e d
F o r e v e r

✒ ℐamil Hussain

Love
C o m e s t
Into my heart
Transforming
Water into Thy
S a c r e d
Wine

✒ ℐamil Hussain

''My imagination of a poet and poetess
sharing their first conversation.''*

Poetess:
Gazing upon your clay-cup,
My eyes judge that you are alike,
So raise your crown, and wake-up,
O' my dreamlike!

Poet:
My soul a boundless wave,
Seeks a ray of light in solitude,
You seem a queen and I a slave,
Perhaps your eyes are hued?

_

Poetess:
O' ruler, disguised in veil,
Thirst in your eyes an ocean for me,
And my soul has pined for such zeal,
You are bliss on earth craving for me.

Poet:
Aroma of your gentle devotion,
And a stir of my visions have raised the wings,
My passion is scattered alike dust in the winds,
O' wise and brave, what is your emotion?

_

Poetess:
Your presence before me, an arrival of moon,
My heart opening its eyelids to a new majesty,
And the soul is dancing in the rapturing monsoon,
O' beautiful, my yearnings lay in your agony.

Poet:
O' elegance of such heavenly delight,
Your beauty a messenger to my heart,
And my soul lay in extremes of your excite,
O' pearl of my pride, my image and my art.

_

Poetess:
O' merchant of intoxicating whispers,
Ecstasy arises from within your tongue,
New clouds of joy are unveiling in my heart,
And may such unity never be apart.

Poet:
O' morning dew, if you dare come close,
My affection wants to hold you in its arms,
Waiting are my kisses on a throne of rose,
And elating are your splendid charms.

_

Poetess:
O' beautiful, O' flowing stream,
Embrace my soul in your captivity,
I desire to be seized in your esteem,
And my heart rests in such festivity.

Poet:
O' blessed wine, O' sweetness of my existence,
Your love arose like the morning sun upon my chest,
Elevating me and pouring like a spring within my breast.

✒ ℐamil Hussain

What a moment of excitement it must have been?
When for the first time,* light these shy eyes must have seen
When for the first time, warmth from these hands must have poured
When for the first time, this lowly tongue must have recited its initial word
When for the first time, voice and sound these humble ears must have heard
When for the first time, beliefs within this tiny heart must have met and stirred
When for the first time, lips of this child must have touched and smiled
When for the first time, body of this youth must have become styled
What a  m o m e n t  of excitement and O’ Jamil what a scene
Truly, could all this be the  w o r k  of a gene?

✒ ℐamil Hussain

I n f i n i t e l y
I yearned  f o r  senses
W h e n  lit wisdom came
O’    s e n s e l e s s    I
B  e  c  a  m  e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

O' beloved your love has intoxicated me

I sit here lost in your beautiful thoughts
And my soul is in your search everywhere

I am surrounded by your ecstatic bliss
And my eyes can only see you everywhere

My heart sights you on its throne
And my ears can only hear you everywhere

O' beloved your love has intoxicated me

I sit here lost in your beautiful thoughts
And my soul is in your search everywhere

My tongue utters words of your love
And my mind only imagines you everywhere

My hands write your love poems
And my legs are in your quest everywhere

O' beloved your love has intoxicated me*

I sit here lost in your beautiful thoughts
And my soul is in your search everywhere

✑

This poem contains the following two contexts:-

✽  First is from a very famous saying that when the Creator loves a person, he becomes his ears with which he hears, his eyes with which he sees, his hands with which he strikes and his feet with which he walks.

✽  Second is that every human soul yearns for a union with its origin. Since both men and women have some Divine attributes that are missing in each other, they are attracted to each other by what they see as the other half of the Divine Existence.

✒ ℐamil Hussain

P a s s i o n
A true essence to life
I t   is thy glowing flame
And it is thy boundless fire
It is thy soul's secret wings
And it is   thy  o c e a n
Filled with heavenly
D e s i  r e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

S h e
C a m e   w i t h   h e r
S w e e t   a n d   h o n e y e d   l i p s
S h e  then  g a z e d , winked and  h e r
C h a r m i n g   eyes   began   to   pull
M y   h e a r t    i n t o   t i n y
S t r i p s

✒ ℐamil Hussain

Lost in thoughts I am

Should I measure your majestic looks in silver
Or
Should I weigh your   h e a v e n l y   curls  in   g o l d

Lost in thoughts I am
Should I read the hidden realms within your sparkling eyes
Or
Should I hear the words of your glowing cheeks that are told

Lost in thoughts I am
Should I bear a witness to the universe before me unveiled
Or
Should I keep my eyes gazing at your new divine fold

Lost in thoughts I am
Such    s e c r e t s   so publicly you d i s c l o s e:
Dancing are rows upon rows of roses
And
Such is your beauteous pose.

✒ ℐamil Hussain

What should I compliment ?

The glory of your charming eyes
Or
The royal
P  o  s  e

Your adoring cheeks
Your glowing hair
Or*
The divine lips alike
Delicate petals of a
R  o  s  e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

O ' T h o u
The   e x a l t e d   One
Surround  t h e e   w i t h  
Your   e v e r l a s t i n g
P   e   a   c   e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

An eye awoke; the cosmos caught aflame,
Glowing stars gathered—each none quite the same.
Her eyes, like sparks, called him by tender names,
And in that gaze, the night shed all its claims.

The moon chased from every direction,
Lost in orbit of her sweet affection.
No silver light could dare compete,
With the fire that made his heart complete.

O' Cup bearer
From within my sorrows
An image of bursting joy offer me

A single sip of your aching bliss be
Pour a droplet, embraced within it an ocean be

O’ Cup bearer , unto you blessings be
And unto your tavern favours be
Elating holy wine offer me

Senseless for a lifetime
I   d e s i r e   to
B  e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

T i n y
L a d y b i r d s
A n d      b u t t e r f l i e s
All heavenly creatures in disguise
The   L o r d    is present in   a l l
M a t t  e r s     n o t
What   t h e i r
S i z e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

O'
P r e t t i e s t
I breathe   l i f e   into my
Desires and I gather all my hopes
I f   your shy   e y e s   say-so
Audacious can
I   b e

◈◈◈

O'
W i s h i n g
Within my heartbeats
A r e  thousands  o f  affections
If   y o u r  modesty permits
Shameless can
I   b e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

Turn thy tender eyes to me,
And let them glow so soft and free.
Like honeyed warmth on summer’s breeze,
They set my heart at perfect ease.

Gaze upon those lips, so sweet,
Where every smile is pure and neat.
Like petals kissed by dawn’s first light,
They make the world feel soft and bright.

O’ how the stars above would weep,
To see thy beauty, calm and deep.
Thy presence, like a velvet glow,
A secret love the world should know.

In thee, all sweetness finds its voice,
A melody that makes the heart rejoice.
Turn now, sweet soul, and let me see,
The love you hold so tenderly.

O'
Someday
Your   h e a r t  will
Soften and your beautiful
E y e s   w i l l    t u r n
T o w a r d s
M e

Y o u r
T o n g u e    w i l l
Speak sweetest of words
A n d  your arms will
Want  t o  hold
M e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

Drown all drunk in peace so deep,
Where silence sings and angels sleep.
Let joy's wild fire gently fade,
And calm, like rivers, softly invade.

Let the stars fall, not in haste,
But bathed in peace, a sacred taste.
O' Cup Bearer come, with gentle hand,
To still the soul, and make it stand.

The moon shall dim its glowing light,
And rest in peace through endless night.
Make the mountains bow with grace,
Their peaks a reflection of Heaven’s face.

Let winds, once fierce, now whisper clear,
A song of peace for all to hear.
Drown the oceans, once wild and loud,
In waves of stillness, soft and proud.

Let the tides of chaos cease to rise,
And peace descend from distant skies.
Let hearts, once wild, now find their rest,
In the quiet calm that fills the chest.

O' Cup Bearer pour, with tender care,
A liquid peace beyond compare.
Let souls, intoxicated by bliss,
Find their peace in the endless abyss.

Drown the creation in tranquil sound,
Where silence reigns, and love is found.
In the depths of peace, let all be free,
Drunk on calm, in eternity.

Drown all drunk in peace so pure,
A solace deep, forever sure.
In stillness, let the world be swept,
A moment of peace where none is kept.

Everywhere I observed
And place of ‘’ℋℯ’’ is what I saw

None-else came before my sight
When ‘’ℋis’’ manifestation I saw

✒ ℐamil Hussain

This is
A great sign
You will rise and
You will forever
S h i n e.

✒ ℐamil Hussain

Pleasure
Of    r a i n
O’  if  you seek
C o m e within
My eyes and
P e a k

Whiteness  t h e r e  is
D a r k n e s s  t h e r e   is
Evening  t w i l i g h t  there is
O' cloud of rain there is

Pleasure
Of    r a i n
O’  if  you seek
C o m e within
My eyes and
P e a k**

✒ ℐamil Hussain

. . . T  h  i  s . . .
B o u n d l e s s  ocean of  life
And in roses imageries of you and me  
O’ sparks of your beauty I am yearning to see
Face to face, if you raised those beautiful eyes, at me
Heavenly niche of hearts would cause the shadows to flee
My tongue soaked in bouquets of your melody, would set free
Odes would fall from movement of sky, endorsing my plea
Elegance of your smile, a garden of paradise and it’s key
B l o o d  of my heart, O’ red  w i n e  it would be
Baring of your  s a c r e d  sight with g l e e
M a r v e l   of  fresh blossoms, is it
. . . You or me ? . . .

✒ ℐamil Hussain

O’ Jamil, how exquisitely thou art graced,
A vision formed of light, of time and space.
Thy beauty, like the dawn’s first whispered sigh,
Doth grace the heavens and adorn the sky.

Thine eyes, like pools of sapphire softly gleam,
Reflecting stars and every secret dream.
Each glance a poem, each look a world apart,
A tale of love inscribed within the heart.

Thy lips, like petals kissed by morning’s dew,
Speak truths so gentle, tender, warm, and true.
In every breath, a symphony doth rise,
A melody that lingers 'neath the skies.

O’ Jamil, thou art the moon’s soft glow,
A beauty only illuminating stars and poets know.
Thy form, a work divine, an art, a prayer,
A timeless grace beyond all mortal care.

Once a week, I touch your lips,  
A longing deep in tender sips.  
I stir your heart with quiet grace,  
A lover's breath, a soft embrace.  
  
In shadows where the dawn is born,  
I form in silence, calm and warm.  
Neither bitter, nor too sweet,  
But in my depths, our hearts shall meet.  
  
Like moonlit clouds, I rise, I fall,  
A fleeting dream that fills your soul.  
Each Saturday, I softly call,  
To wake the fire, to soothe it all.  
  
What am I, this fleeting bliss,  
A fragrant, frothy, whispered kiss?  
  
A love that lingers, never gone,  
In every cup, I carry on.

To the mind, the heart, the soul of this man,
Whose thoughts in verse like rivers ran,
In wine of words, you are entwined,
A muse that lifts the weary mind.

Imagine, then, your regal grace,
Noble, tender, in every trace,
A beauty rare, both bright and pure,
Enchanting, splendid, and so demure.

Divine you are, beyond compare,
A vision formed from heaven’s air.
Your elegance, a perfect art—
You are the beat that stirs my heart.

In the end,  
It was Love—no greater thing,  
A silent force, yet all-embracing,  
That came like the moon’s soft beam,  
Lighting every heart, a boundless dream.  

Love whispered truths too deep to tell,  
A secret song, a sacred spell,  
And with its touch, we were made whole,  
Like earth and sky, a single soul.  

No longer lost, no longer torn,  
In Love’s embrace, we are reborn.  
It mends the heart, it frees the mind,  
In its warm glow, all grief resigned.  

For Love, like wine, will always pour  
Into the cracks, forever more,  
Binding the shattered, making bright,  
All that was dark, now bathed in light.  

And in its radiance, we shall see,  
That Love alone is all we need to be free.

O’ this
Frenzied heart asks
What burns in the flames so intense
And then itself into ashes
It masks?

✒ ℐamil Hussain

Y o u r   eyes
Pour beauty alike the
Glowing rays from the sun
M y   humble   r e q u e s t
To you O' charming soul
Please stay forever
Y o u n  g

✒ ℐamil Hussain

S h e  is the
Fascinating poetry
In a majestic red  d r e s s
So pretty, so beautiful and
So divine I must
C o n f e s s

✒ ℐamil Hussain

Tea: Jamil, in the soft breath of dawn,  
I am the whisper that healeth, that’s drawn  
From the quiet depths of forgotten dreams,  
A balm for the heart where silence gleams.  
I hold thee close with love that is slow,  
Like a river’s song, gentle and low.  
Yet on Saturdays, I see thee depart,  
To the fire that stealeth thy wandering heart.  
She calleth with a fervor, a scorching desire,  
Whilst I, the shadow, wait, untouched by fire.

Coffee: Ah, Jamil, dost thou not know?  
I am the flame that maketh thee glow.  
Her touch may soothe, her peace may bind,  
But I am the tempest that frees thy mind.  
I stir thee deep where secrets dwell,  
In the heat of passion, I break the spell.  
Once a week, thou dost return to me,  
And in mine arms, thou art truly free.  
Her silence may cradle thee in sleep,  
But I am the pulse, the heart that leaps.

Tea: But Jamil, dost thou not feel the grace  
That I weave around thee in this place?  
I am the quiet that holdeth thee near,  
The balm for thy soul, the voice sincere.  
She burneth with a passion that blindeth thy sight,  
But I am the dusk, the still of the night.  
When thy heart is weary, when thoughts collide,  
It is I who still thee, a place to hide.  
She is the fire, but I am the rain,  
The softness that sooth’th thy deepest pain.

Coffee: Jamil, thou art blind to see—  
In my fire, thy soul shall be.  
Her touch may cradle thee with care,  
But I am the wind that stirreth the air.  
She whispereth peace, but I roar with power,  
I am the lightning, the midnight hour.  
Once a week, thou dost call my name,  
And in my heat, thou find’st no shame.  
She giveth thee rest, but I giveth thee life,  
The pulse that cutteth through all thy strife.

Tea: Yet, Jamil, in mine arms dost thou not find  
A peace that quieteth the storm in thy mind?  
I am the silence between each sigh,  
The softest breath that maketh thee fly.  
She may burn bright with her fire and flame,  
But I am the root that calleth thy name.  
When the world is cruel, when the heart is lost,  
It is I who heal thee, whatever the cost.  
She is the storm, but I am the earth,  
The place where love findeth its rebirth.

Coffee: Ah, Jamil, dost thou not know?  
I am the pulse that maketh thee grow.  
Her calm may cradle thee, but I ignite  
The flame that burneth through the endless night.  
Once a week, thou dost seek my fire,  
In mine embrace, thou dost never tire.  
She cradles thee in soft repose,  
But I am the ache, the longing that grows.

Tea: Still, Jamil, dost thou not see,  
In mine silence, thy soul is free?  
I am the lullaby that maketh thee dream,  
The quiet touch, the steady stream.  
She is the fire that consumeth and taketh,  
But I am the love that gently breaketh.  
When thou art lost, when thy heart is torn,  
It is I who will guide thee, reborn.  
She is the tempest, the wild, the flame,  
But I am the refuge, the place of shame.

Coffee: Jamil, thou dost not understand,  
I am the fire, the burning hand.  
Her touch is soft, but mine is raw,  
The wild desire, the heart's deep flaw.  
Once a week, thou dost seek my flame,  
And in my heat, thou dost find thy name.  
She whispereth peace, but I am the cry,  
That maketh thee break the chains and fly.

Tea: O’ Jamil, in mine arms dost thou not find  
A peace that settl’th the restless mind?  
I am the thread that bindeth thee whole,  
The gentle calm, the quiet soul.  
She may burn bright, but I am the dawn,  
The steady light that carrieth thee on.  
Return to me when the world is loud,  
For I am the shadow, the softest cloud.

Coffee: Together, Jamil, we maketh thee complete,  
I am the fire, she is the beat.  
Thou need’st both to stir thy soul,  
The calm, the storm, the part, the whole.  
In my flame, thou dost find thy way,  
In her peace, thou shalt stay.  
For in each sip, thy soul shall learn—  
Both the fire and silence return.

Tea: Ah, Jamil, dost thou not see?  
In mine stillness, both fire and peace shall be.  
I am the balm that healeth the wound,  
The steady heart, the sacred tune.  
Her flames may rise, her heat may burn,  
But I am the river that letteth thee return.  
In each moment, in each sigh,  
We are both the fire and the sky.

I swear you are the most beautiful, a vision so rare,  
Elegance flows from you, beyond all compare.  
Like royalty in grace, you stand so divine,  
A queen in your essence, your heart a pure shine.  

I swear by the glow of a rose in full bloom,  
Your radiance outshines its delicate plume.  
In the still of the night, when the stars softly gleam,  
I swear by your smile, a bright, endless beam.  

By the soft breath of dawn as it paints the sky,  
I vow with a heart that will never say goodbye.  
The stars that twinkle in their endless trance,  
I swear by your eyes, a deep, timeless dance.  

Through the weave of the sky, through the dance of the sea,  
I swear by your beauty, as boundless as can be.  
The wind that hums through the soft evening air,  
I swear by your warmth, a kindness so rare.  

And though the years pass and the seasons may change,  
I swear by the love in your soul that will range—  
By the endless horizon where dreams take their flight,  
I swear by your charm, your pure, radiant light.

And
S u d d e n l y
The clouds gathered
And the sun felt so shy
In  brightness of light
O' there stood
You

✒ ℐamil Hussain

O’
Prettiest
Come close and
Lend me your lofty ear
I have something so adoring
To tell you O' my
Dear

May
Your moments
Dance in divine hue
And may your nights
Become filled with
Gripping magic so
New

In
Aura of
Your magnificence
So charming and so pure
May every soul drown
And forever
Brew

Sight
Of your majesty
And struck with deep joy
The stars gather in a
Queue

O'
Prettiest
You are a queen of
Glory and the moments
Of life are merely
Droplets of
Dew

✒ ℐamil Hussain

A shadow slipped through the silence of my soul — the memory of a thief who once stole more than gold.

W h a t
A   m a j e s t y
F o r  t h e  M a s t e r
O f       t h i s  
C l a y

W  h  o
C r e a t e d  for
I t   c o l o u r f u l
N i g h t  a n d
D a y

✒ ℐamil Hussain

I
S t a n d   f i r m
L i k e  a  m o u n t a i n
A t   t i m e s   i t   r a i n s ,
A t  t i m e s   i t   t h u n d e r s
A n d  a t   t i m e s  i t   f l o o d s
B u t  m y  l i p s  a r e  s e a l e d
I n   p r a y e r   o f   y o u r
L  o  v  e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

O '  L o r d
E n l a r g e   t h e
Chambers within my h e a r t
So that my soul will forever burn
I n   T h y   d i v i n e
S p a r k

✒ ℐamil Hussain

O’verse of my heart, O’ note of my soul
Convey my message in your humblest words
Say, your lover’s eyes are singing alike
The morning birds

O’ my sacred pen, O’ my blessed scrawl
Pronounce what you feel but hide the truth
Say, your lover lay despaired at
His marvellous youth

O’ couplet of my feelings, O’ tongue of my call
Assert what you deem but conceal the reality
Say, your lover lay tarnished and
Is beyond normality

O’ echo of my state, O’ voice of my world
Declare what you believe but reveal your sincerity
Say, your lover is dying in sweet pain and I am
Here to endorse its authenticity

✒ ℐamil Hussain

The sweetest torment of your lips, I seek,
A kiss that makes my very spirit weak.
Each gentle press, a fire that doth ignite,
A yearning flame that burns through endless night.

Your lips, like velvet, soft and full of grace,
Do haunt my dreams, do stir my heart’s embrace.
In every touch, a world of bliss I find,
A longing deep, a passion yet unlined.

O’ let your kiss be mine, and ne’er depart,
For in thy arms, I find my truest heart.
The world may fall, but you, my sole desire,
Shall be my bliss, my passion, and my fire.

The sweetest torment, bound by love’s design,
Your lips, my dearest, shall forever be mine.

Shall I praise the radiance of your eyes,
Where the divine light in shadows lies?
Or the royal, eternal grace you wear,
A pose that lifts the soul from despair?

Shall I speak of your cheeks, kissed by the dawn,
Where celestial sweetness is born and drawn?
Or your hair, glowing like stars in the night,
A river of light in which all hearts take flight?

What of those lips, delicate as the rose,
Where the heavens, in secret, repose?
Each whisper a prayer, a song of the Divine,
Where love and truth in silence align.

O' Beauty, you are but a veil so fine,
Revealing the Light, the One, the Divine.
In each fleeting glance, the Beloved's grace,
In every smile, I behold the sacred face.

B u t
With you
I am so deeply and
So passionately
M e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

Thou
A r t   L o v e
An endless ocean
Within my  h e a r t
Thy secret source of
Intoxicating waves
Movest me closer
T o   extreme
C r a v e s

✒ ℐamil Hussain

O' Thou
If you unveil yourself before thee
What a merciful moment
It would be

Oceans would
Flow in your intoxication
And every heart would pour
Like a sea

Thy ecstatic gaze
O' how mystic it would be
O' Thou if you unveil yourself
Before thee

✒ ℐamil Hussain

From
A tiny spark
May burst a unique flame,
Your luminous heart a new
Destiny may it
Claim.

✒ ℐamil Hussain

chale to kaT hī jā.egā safar āhista āhista
ham us ke paas jaate haiñ magar āhista āhista

Endure and the journey will end, gradually O’ slowly
We move to be ever so near but gently O’ slowly

abhī tāroñ se khelo chāñd kī kirnoñ se iThlāo
milegī us ke chehre kī sahar āhista āhista

For now, play with the stars and pace with moonlit rays
You will meet manifestation of her dawn gradually O’ slowly

darīchoñ ko to dekho chilmanoñ ke raaz to samjho
uTheñge parda-hā-e-bām-o-dar āhista āhista

Observe the windows and know the mystery of curtains
Secrecy of wall and terrace will be no more, gradually O’ slowly

zamāne bhar kī kaifiyat simaT aa.egī sāġhar meñ
piyo un añkhḌiyoñ ke naam par āhista āhista

State of time has poured into a wine-cup
Drink in the honour of those eyes but gradually O’ slowly

yūñhī ik roz apne dil kā qissa bhī sunā denā
ḳhitāb āhista āhista nazar āhista āhista

Just like that, one day reveal the tale of your heart
Conveying softly O’ slowly, glancing secretly O’ slowly

✒  Translated by ℐamil Hussain

◈◈◈
O' Lord
Flourish her
With all the success
She is magnificent I
Must confess
◈
Give
Her long
And healthy life
Take my remaining years
And let forever her
Thrive
◈
O' Lord
Bless her with
More charms and beauty
Forgive her actions and
Grant her a
Bounty
◈
Let
Her accomplish
All her wishes and dreams
Give her all the strength and
Knowledge so that
She gleams
◈
O' Lord
Gift her with all the
Wealth and what she desires
So she may appreciate your
Kindness and return her
Admires
◈
Grant
Her a place
In heavens hereafter
Let her attain your joy
For the ultimate life
Thereafter
◈
O' Lord
Please accept
My sincere and
Heartily
Prayers
◈
Let
Not go to
Waste my high
Hopes and my
Flowing
Tears
◈
You are
All-powerful
And a witness
To all
◈
You are
The greatest
Helper for the
People who
Fall.
◈
— Jamil Hussain

Until
This era is, O’ let it be
Enraptured with pleasing joy
Make me

Unto
You O’ Cup bearer
The whole world sacrificed be
Ultimate wine of love this is
O’ serve me

Twofolds
Pour O’ Cup bearer
One for the sake of you, O' rose faced
And the other in the name of Lord the
Great be

Unconditionally fulfilled
May the aching desires of this futile
Heart be.

― Jamil Hussain

T h e
G l o r i o u s  face
Of all faces has appeared
L u s t r e  has  emerged and
All the shadows  h a v e
Disappeared

✒ ℐamil Hussain

In the realm where whispers doth dance and time standeth still,  
Three voices rise, with purpose sharp and will.  
Perfume, Scent, and Fragrance, in a sacred throng,  
Declare their truths, each claiming right and song.

Perfume spake, with elegance refined,  

“I am the soul of artistry, confined  
To bottle's clasp, a crafted dream,  
A potion made to linger, to gleam.  
I bear the weight of ancient lore,  
A muse of kings, of lovers, and more.  
I am not mere essence, drifting free—  
I am the art of memory."

Scent, a fleeting shadow, whispered low,  

"Thou boastest of power, of permanence, I know,  
But I am life—breathe in, and then I fade,  
In wind, in rain, in every glade.  
Not bound to glass nor vials that bind,  
I slip through cracks, a breath unlined.  
I linger soft on fleeting air,  
A reminder of the earth, everywhere."

Fragrance, in silence, sought to intervene,  

“Is it not I who weave both worlds unseen?  
I am the union of the pure and the real,  
The fleeting touch, the lasting feel.  
I grace thy skin, I fill the room—  
A subtle dance, an endless bloom.  
Without me, perfume would not endure,  
Without me, scent would not be pure."

The argument raged, in circles vast,  
Each voice demanding, steadfast, fast.  
But in the end, a truth was found:  
Together, they’re woven, the essence profound.  
For Perfume and Scent, though both distinct,  
Find harmony in Fragrance—linked.  
Each alone, a part of a greater whole,  
Together, they speak to the heart and soul.

Heart, O’ heart*
You have made my soul restless and thirsty
Although I adore the sweet pain
And love her generosity

For me
This world of being has turned into bliss
Surely her beautiful and gentle
Words are what I miss

Those
Charming eyes have taken me by my soul
Those gorgeous looks have made
Me out of control

O’ heart
Let her fragrance of love last forever
Let me march towards this
Wonderful endeavour

Maybe
All these are my imaginary affections
They taste like precious honey
From the heavens

O’ heart
Let her sweetness of love remain inside me
This suffering is unique so it
Shall never depart me

Like a hidden
Disease inside lasting without an end
May this continue until my soul
Is finally to ascend

Her last moments
Have set my heartily feelings on fire
Afflictions remain inside me as this
Is the punishment I desire

✒ ℐamil Hussain