It  could never be written in prose ever
And in poems that so many litter,
Or painted on canvas in colorful attire
Or chiseled by the hands of a sculptor,
To know what I just utter
Close your eyes but not in slumber,
Listen to the inner voice coming from yonder
And the ringing bells  so clear,
It is all around, what a wonder
and all a part of it in surrender,
Everywhere is the same wonder
Some name it God while some the Creator,
To me it is all whatsoever
I am a slave and He the Master.

(BA Khan)

‪It is all that is you,‬
‪Your glory and the beauty too,‬
‪Wherever I gaze, I find you,‬
‪Even this insignificant that is me,‬
‪Words can not express your beauty,‬
‪Nor thank you enough of your glory,‬
‪I bow my head at your feet O' Praiseworthy‬
‪A humble servant of your deity.‬
‪( Khan, BA)‬

Darkness...
‪"If thou find darkness surrounding thee‬
‪And everyone else mocking in glee‬
‪Peek inside and dive deep‬
‪Have faith and take a leap‬
‪From within, the light will thus shine‬
‪Tearing apart the darkness and its whine‬
‪Make you glow like morning Sun‬
‪And Serenity at your helm"‬
‪(Khan, BA)‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

"The words do not come always,
And the pen is out of ink sometimes,
I do not write poetry everyday,
But when the ink is wet and pen primed,
They let the clouds burst in their own way"

(Khan BA)

‪"This very evening I had a sip..‬
From this stuff that you call dew,
As it kissed my dry lips
I knew it was known to only few,
For you it may have been askew..
But to me it was the eternal brew."
(Khan, BA)

'Though I am a boarder
But I do not ride the border
In recluse I submit,
To HIM that is my creator."

(BA Khan)

I come a long way from those dreams,
I had dreamed but never got  streamed
How I longed for the pretty face
And the dancing girl in red lace
Ah those rides on hot bikes
And the singing with liquid vices
The winds truned and then time churned
And one day I woke up all burned
All was gone  save the face of One Learned
And he made me look in those deep eyes
Suddenly I felt naked and without any ties
With just two words he set me  on fire
That changed all and started an unseen pyre
No more fretting and no more desires
Serenity is this that you may say
But to me I am nothing and that is the way
No more I, only He everyway
All is Him... no more to say.

(Khan, BA)