ALLAHUMMA SALLI ALA MUHAMMADIW WA ALA AALI MUHAMMADIN KAMAA SALLAITA ALA IBRAHIMA WA ALA AALI IBRAHIMA INNAKA HAMIDUM MAJID. ALLAHUMMA BAARIK ALA MUHAMMADIW WA ALA AALI MUHAMMADIN KAMAA BAARAKTA ALA IBRAHIMA WA ALA AALI IBRAHIMA INNAKA HAMIDUM MAJID.



Allahumma! Send blessings upon (Holy Prophet)Muhammad and upon theProgeny of (Holy Prophet)Muhammad as You sent blessings upon Ibraheem and upon the Progeny of Ibraheem; indeed, You are praiseworthy and glorious. Allahumma! Bless (Holy Prophet)Muhammad and the Progeny of (Holy Prophet)Muhammad as You blessed Ibraheem and the Progeny of Ibraheem; indeed, You are praise worthy and glorious.


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Drop by Drop
Drop by Drop
Everytime, anytime
Let it fall.
Let it fall.
My worthy tears.
Never stop.
Never stop.
Till I see
My beloved Mustafa(SAW)

Jittery blood in my veins.
Violently pulsating heart.
Anxious thoughts jam-packed.
Will my head rip apart?

Smile miles away from lips.
Big vaccum in my chest.
Weak body much exhausted.
Fragile brain is so stressed.

Eyes holding sudden flood.
Echoes of familiar sound.
Scenes of past flash by.
Nostalgic vibes all around.

I am not me, I am not me.
What has happened to me?

No matter how much I resist.
No matter how much I try.
I can never remain me.
With those I interact with
And all those who pass by,
Leave something of them in me.
But it is not one way round.
In them something of me you'll see.

Cut me with tongue, be rude to me.
Look down on with disdain.
Be as blunt as you can be.
Let the words be severe.
Let it be as stern as it can be.
Aim and throw them like stones
Or like arrow it should flee.
Do all these again and again.
My Silence will be my shield;
And my smile will hide my pain.

In sunshine and in rain.
I knocked the door.
Morning and evening.
I knocked the door.
Kept my ego in my pocket;
And I knocked the door.
Kept my self respect in my purse;
And I knocked the door.
Finally when door will open
It will be too late.
Silence will prevail all around;
And I will be found no more.

Atid ke khate bhare pare hai mere goonaho'n se
Kuch bhi to nahi dekhane ko din qayamat ke
Per haqeer na dekho aye logo'n mujko
Chand keemti cheez hai mere zamanat ke
Uski rahmat se hargis mayoos nahi'n
Kuch aa'nsoo hai mere Allah ke pass nadamat ke

In baato'n mein na ulajh, khuda kaha'n hai aur kaha'n nahi'n.
***** ke dil mei'n ya masjid mei'n pi.
Per yaad rakh koi to likh raha hai tere amaal.
Sharabi! tu bekhabar hai khuda bekhabar nahi'n.

A Truth is better
than hundred lies
If one is living like a Dead
**then it's better he dies

At times I wonder ,
Where Beauty lies ?
Inside beautiful things
Or within my eyes ?

Its outward hushed-up demeanor;
Symbol of calmness it seems.  
But if I could only show to all;
Within me how it screams.

Austere, aged trees standing since years.
Shrubs, grasses and wild flowers abound.
Similar in appearance, grave after grave.
Serenity everywhere, tranquility surround.

But matter is different from beneath the earth.
Serenity is just an illusion beneath the skies.
Let not the perpetual calmness deceive them.
All those who look with their worldly eyes.

Their deeds accompany them in their graves.
All alone the dead ones never dwell.
Grave is but a garden from gardens of heaven.
Or it is just a pit from the pits of the hell.

Their obsession to conquer.
Their ancient desire to subdue.
They utilize every opportunity;
And stamp me with their shoe.

A fact they should have known.
Long ago I lost all my ******.
With the passage of time.
I have turned into dead dust.

Calmness is all what I needed.
Only if they had left me alone.
Like dust I would settled down.
Without force subdued on my own.

However, they stamp me repeatedly.
Big-chested, Arrogant guys!
But the more they stamp me,
The more like dust I rise.

Surrounded by kith and kin
' Success ' is well known.
Poor ' Failure ' is an orphan;
lives in seclusion, all alone.

Clothing made of pure fibres.
Highly visible leather shoes.
Conduct attuned to corporate etiquette.
Words with care they choose.

If you'all are inspired by any.
Then you all should know.
Amongst the men holding ranks high.
Many have stooped very low.

Unconstrained, Free flowing stream.
Glitters and glimmers with sunbeam.
With obstruction, blockage and dam;
How long its itinerary can they jam.

It cannot be subdued for much long.
With time it will become very strong.
One day all barriers it will surely blow.
Then the world will see its mighty flow.

' Id ' in my blood.
' Superego ' in my soul.
Heart is bone of contention.
Both want to control.

While both are in fight.
' Ego ' plays smart.
Balances one with other;
And rules my Heart.

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
*********** *****
1. When the heaven is cleft asunder.
2. And when the stars have fallen and scattered;
3. And when the seas are burst forth;
4. And when the graves are turned upside down (and they bring out their contents)
5. (Then) a person will know what he has sent forward and (what he has) left behind (of good or bad deeds) .
6. O man! What has made you careless concerning your Lord, the Most Generous?
7. Who created you, fashioned you perfectly, and gave you due proportion;
8. In whatever form He willed, He put you together.
9. Nay! But you deny the Recompense (reward for good deeds and punishment for evil deeds) .
10. But verily, over you (are appointed angels in charge of mankind) to watch you,
11. Kiraman (honourable) Katibin writing down (your deeds) ,
12. They know all that you do.
13. Verily, the Abrar (pious and righteous) will be in delight (Paradise):
14. And verily, the Fujjar (the wicked, disbelievers, sinners and evil-doers) will be in the blazing Fire (Hell) ,
15. In which they will enter, and taste its burning flame on the Day of Recompense,
16. And they (Al-Fujjar) will not be absent therefrom (i.e. will not go out from the Hell) .
17. And what will make you know what the Day of Recompense is?
18. Again, what will make you know what the Day of Recompense is?
19. (It will be) the Day when no person shall have power (to do) anything for another, and the Decision, that Day, will be (wholly) with Allah.

Put 'Goodness' of a good man on test.
In moderate clime it might appear best.

Examine the 'Goodness' in extremes.
It will be different from what it seems.

Leave 'Goodness' under the desert sun.
To help 'Goodness' there should be none.

With magnifying glass check its sphere.
Cracks and fissures are sure to appear.

Now place 'Goodness' on mountaintop.
Keep it in position with the help of prop.

Leave it in Bone-chilling cold and depart.
Within days it will crumble and fall apart.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you are sure;
Or when you're in doubt.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you are calm;
Or when you freak out.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you are alone;
Or when you hangout.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you are idling;
Or when you workout.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you stay silent;
Or when you shout.

Breathe in Breathe out.
While walking in daylight;
Or while sleeping at night.

Breathe in Breathe out.
But beware, each breath;
Brings you closer to death.

Shaped by my tongue,
controlled by my mind;
They were my captives,
limbless and blind.

But one by one my tongue
they all escaped;
Took huge and varied
forms while I gaped.

They stood firmly,
demeanor bold and brave.
Now they were the masters
and I was the slave.

O you sparkling , bubbling teen.
O you  adolescent unwise, green.
Time has acquired wisdom in piles.
It is for all immature juveniles.

But wisdom is a thing much valued;
And time is also a merchant shrewd.
To get wisdom a lot it'll make you pay.
Your Youth it'll take n hair will turn gray.

Fiery sun glimmered
From mornig till noon.
Then it drizzled all night
When came watery moon.

Environment was conducive,
Soaked and sunned was mud.
Mystical & magical moment!
Came into bieng tickly bud.

But something went wrong,  
Frail being never bloomed.
Scarce water or poor light ?
Bud wilted and was doomed.

Irresponsible behaviors.
Civility of civilised on test.
Much arrogance and pride.
In extremes who's the best?

Insensitive to alien customs.
Insensitive to other's belief.
Then why teach tolerance?
Kindly explain, please debrief.

**** anti-Semitic cartoons!
Didn't it led to Death Camps.
Can we call this Freedom.
Ask yourselves, O Champs!

I am Charlie! I am Charlie!
The echoing words I hear.
I am Kouchi! I am Kouchi!
Might be heard I fear.

Can we call it freedom if it divides?
Is it correct to ridicule revered name?
Was that in defence of freedom?
Or was that for easy money and fame?

They went on with their provocations;
And justified it with arguments lame.
Numerous hearts were agonised.
But few turned wild, difficult to tame.

Extreme provocations and insults.
In the name of ' Freedom of speech'
Extreme response and harshest reply.
To avenge the insult and to teach.

When one's ' Freedom of Expression ';
Gives one the ' Freedom to insult '.
Hatred and dissension are promoted;
And can lead to horrifying result.

In the streets of Mecca
and Medina I pray I get lost.
Searching my way whole
day in heat I will exhaust.

Who knows after being
much tossed and shoved.
I may find the stepped paths
of my Mustafa beloved.

I'll garland and decorate those
paths with flowers nice;
As those will be paths of
success leading to paradise.__

Colleagues surrounded me;
When sweet success came.
Chaos and congratulations;
Each lip uttered my name.

Many different expressions;
And many dissimilar words.
Like mass of thread entangled.
At once I saw, at once I heard.

At night closed my eyes.
Became hand my head.
Sorted words and expressions;
And disentangled the thread.

Now I am well informed;
And now very well I know.
I can easily differentiate;
My friend from my foe.

All of a sudden came infront of me.
Fearless, bold and daring was she.
Opened all her clothes one by one.
I stood still, momentarily stunned.

Started dancing with horrific pose.
My body sweated, my blood froze.
Razed anyone who stood in her way.
Static, outstretched ****** Lies lay.

Myth got wounded, profusely bled.
Fiction hastened with fractured head.
Falsehood hid behind proud Vanity.
Vanity veiled himself with Humility.

Without delay deceitful Deceit fled.
Headstrong Ignorance lay dead.
Witnessed her many ugly stance.
Today I saw Truth's naked dance.

Yesterday my childhood came.
Playing and jumping around.
Unburdened, without any aim.
I kept on looking, spellbound.

With half eaten oblong eclair.
He ran after the goats herd.
Stopped to look at the hare.
And scared the tiny blue bird.

He moved slily to catch butterflies.
And plucked flowers from a tree.
I kept looking with yearning eyes.
Baffled, surprised he looked at me.

He ran towards the narrow ravine.
And disappeared into bushes green.

A widow in her fifties she was.
Lived in petty hut made out of straws.
Had no relatives dwelt all alone.
Only neighbours were her own.

Loved much her neighbour's child.
Cute little girl, dulcet and mild.
Twas little girl's birthday that day.
Widow was very glad and gay.

Birthday party was held that night.
She waited if someone would invite.
One by one invitees were coming.
With guests house was humming.

Lonely Widow waited in togs bright.
Gazed at house adorned with lights.
Poor woman! her wait had no end.
looking at house hours she spend.

When guests started coming out;
Wait was over and there was no doubt.
She stood and took a breath deep;
And walked towards her bed to sleep.

Yes I confess, yes I agree
that I love to play with fire.
I am well aware that it can
lead to consequences dire.
Yes I know you all love me
but you all are afraid of fire.
I know that you know truth
but danger you don't aspire.
I don't blame if you all don't
want a route through fire.
Your destination through
path rosy you could acquire.
While playing I've burnt all
my dreams all my desires.
My affinity my attraction is
only and only blazing fire.
And if by chance while
playing with fire I am set afire.
And if unexpectedly I turn into
ashes by dangerous fire.
Throw it in oceans, blow it
with winds, scatter it in deserts.
Before with worldly filth and
dirt the ashes are bemired.
So that Haply some explorer
may find the truth I've found.
So that someone may smell
the truth which I've smelled.
So that some thirsty in mirage
may see the truth I've seen.

A curious child asked ' what is life? '
I ignored with a smile dainty, nice.
' What is life? ', ' what is life? '
Pulling my shirt child asked twice.

I took dust from ground.
And flew it in the sky.
Took him close to the ocean.
And flung a droplet nigh.

Showed leaves green on tree.
And how yellow beneath soughed.
Showed the smoke flying high.
And how it vanished into the cloud.

For a child answer was concise.
And I thought it would suffice.

Yesterday night I was there on a bus.
Road was jammed and was a muss.
Bus was empty, travelers were few.
Amidst the jam it crawled through.

Soon I got curious about two old chaps;
Sitting on seats marked 'for handicaps'.
They were different from common folk.
Without making any sound they spoke.

To talk some sign language they used.
I didn't understand and was confused.
Different ****** expression they made.
Lips and hands moved, heads swayed.

With hand they wrote on other's hand.
They savvied but I didn't understand.
On the next stoppage halted the bus.
Holding each other both left without fuss.

I looked but my vision came to a naught;
Mind got occupied with their thought.
Many languages recognized and known.
But their language had beauty of its own.

Two options each has given thee.
Let me give you options three.
You can hate me, you can love me,
And you can even ignore me.

Why I've reached my
destination so late,
should I blame
myself or my fate.
So early I
left my abode
and took the
desired road.
Walked relentlessly
through sunshine and fog
but with stone I chased
every barking dog.

It is so very easy to quote
Muhammad, Jesus and Moses.*
It is so very easy to utter
words filled with fragrant roses.
But it is just not enough, things
one says one needs to do.
Words needs to be put into
action if one is really true.

Wise men if you've time to listen.
Don't ever think I want to frighten.
Words of wisdom I'd like to share.
Words very unpleasant may appear.

If you are alive in the morning.
Will you be alive till evening?
And If you are alive in the evening.
Will you be alive till morning?

So make most of your health;
Before sickness takes your health;
And take most from your life;
Before with death you have a strife.

Wake up! slumbering eyes.
Engulfed in darkness of night.
Wake up! just open your eyes.
I'll show you dream in daylight.

Try and look as far as you can.
Very far beyond the starry sea.
But if vision is entangled 'tween.
Just close your eyes and see.

Try and see far beyond stars.
Dive deep in dream, a 'delusion'.
Who knows dream may be real.
And reality just an illusion.

My presence makes
the wall more thicker.
My presence makes
the wall more bigger.

Wanted to give strength
to truth's hammer.
But instead hammer
was becoming weaker.

Let me go away from
truth's hammer and wall.
You all alone with hammer
and wall grown so tall.

Time will pass quickly
and wall will not grow tall.
One day you'll pick the
hammer and wall will fall.

Neither standing on any pillar;
Nor fastened with any rope;
But this world is hanging;
On delicate strings of hope.

Their path so smooth.
Their destination so near;
But I tread path much crude.
My destination so unclear.

'Why God is so cruel';
They pity looking at me.
But poor they, I pity them.
Wish to lend my eyes to see.

O God! I am so grateful to you;
For your favour on me.
Sweetness of water is known;
But to only a man thirsty.

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.

Today you will see a sight very rare.
hypocrisy will come in bridal wear.

Will be removed all clothes of creeds.
Roaming naked will be seen deeds.

Cats will show their vegetarian teeth;
And rats will witness standing high on feet.

Tons of civilized men on streets you'll see;
And in their trousers many will ***.

Today you will see a sight very rare.
Hypocrisy will come in bridal wear.

Flowers stay away from my path.
Thorns is what I want on my track.
That is the only way to my destination.

To my right a youth
amidst bubbles of dream.
Rays of hope and promise
made his face gleam.

To my left on ruins of dream
sat a man tired and old.
Face marked with lines
of pain and suffering untold.

Who were they?
as if I know,
my stressed mind
cannot recall, though.

I think through windows
of time, I saw another me.

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.

Let the words do the trick,
Just write anything.
Surmising eyes will
find the meaning.

Saw a wretched man
living in shacks
His beliefs were very
soft just like wax
Bought his beliefs
with bundle of rupees
Took it in sunlight and
molded with ease

Saw a gullible man
standing on street
Cheated his beliefs
with language sweet
His beliefs resembled
some old wood
Sawed and chiseled
it the best I could

Saw a strong man
holding his beliefs tight
Forcefully took his
beliefs with a fight
His beliefs were
like some metal hard
To bring it in shape I
hammered and charred

So much it wants to say,
so much it wants to speak.
My inflexible tongue,
useless and weak.
like blank pages
it ***** and flutters.
as if so much
it wants to utter.
It invites me to
explore and scroll.
I need a pen for
my unwritten soul.

I am striving for perfection.
Yet imperfections you'll see.
Much goodness you'll find.
Yet their is much fault in me.

If bit of forgiveness, patience;
And mercy in me you see.
Please know I am son of Adam.
There is something of God in me.

If bit of arrogance, jealousy;
And hatred in me you see,
Please know I am son of Adam.
Evil Lucifer circulates within me.

Hell Fire complained ' O my Lord!
my different parts eat up each other. '
So it was allowed two breaths,
one in winter and one in summer.
So when you feel biting cold in winter
or in summer when you perspire.
Remember merciful God has allowed
two breaths to blazing hell fire.