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Syafie R Jan 14
Life, mean—

Unkind it seems.

A battle fierce,

A shattered dream.

Yet in the dark,

A spark still gleams,

And through the storm,

Mankind redeems.
How do you feel,
as you carry on?

Is life meant for you,
or mean all along?
As this is an interactive poem, I’d love your thoughts on the question it poses.
Shofi Ahmed Jan 13
Life is short is small
or maybe not
Purpose is surely not!
Sara Barrett Jan 11
In their chaos,
I found the pulse of my soul.
Destiny wasn't theirs to give—
it was mine all along.
This poem delves into the journey of finding one's purpose amid life's turbulence. It speaks to the awakening of inner power and the realization that destiny has always been within, waiting to be embraced.
In the name of God, I rise and soar,
O’ Lord of mercy, I seek Your door.
In royal nectar, Your light I sip,
Guiding my heart with every dip.

O’ Sustainer of souls, O’ Source of grace,
I answer Your call, to run my race.
Through fields of bloom, my wings take flight,
In Your name, I embrace the light.

O’ Most Merciful, O’ Compassionate One,
In Your love, my fears come undone.
With every beat, I feel Your hand,
Guiding my hive at Your command.

O’ Creator of bee and bloom,
In Your garden, there’s no gloom.
Grant me wisdom, pure and clear,
To lead with love, and not with fear.

In Your name, I hum and glide,
A queen, yet humble, by Your side.
With every drop, I find my power,
A gift from You, my sacred flower.

With every beat, my wings unfold,
In unity, our story told.
We serve in love, we share in prayer,
Our hearts entwined, Your mercy there.

O’ Nourisher, O’ Keeper of light,
Guide me through the day and night.
Let justice reign and mercy flow,
As through Your wisdom, we gently grow.

O’ Source of sweetness, pure and deep,
In Your embrace, we wake from sleep.
A thousand hearts, a thousand lives,
Together in Your mercy thrives.

Let my reign be kind, with wisdom bright,
Reflecting stars that shine so light.
In every flutter, in every prayer,
I am Your servant, everywhere.

In the name of God, I soar and sing,
A queen, a bee, on golden wing.
Humbly I serve, in love and trust,
In You alone, I place my trust.
A Queen Bee’s Prayer 05/01/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
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.
The Triumph of Love 04/01/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
dead poet Jan 2
a sense of desertion
combined with
a sense of purpose
is a lethal combination;
false, or true.

a gust of wind sweeping through
an abandoned campfire,
in the right direction
(𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦)
will take down the
entire forest.
JAMIL HUSSAIN Dec 2024
O’ Beloved, in whose light my soul is lost,  
You are the breath of heaven, the very cost  
Of my existence, an intoxication divine,  
A love so deep, no tongue can dare define.  

You are the wine, and I, the cup you fill,  
A thirst unending, yet I drink my fill.  
Your eyes, like stars, consume me whole—  
An endless longing that devours my soul.  

In your touch, I am both slave and king,  
Bound by desire, yet free in everything.  
You are the flame, and I the burning wick,  
I dance in your fire, lost in love’s trick.  

O’ sacred beauty, in you I see  
The truth beyond the self, the unity.  
Your beauty is not of this world,  
But of the spirit, in your gaze unfurled.  

Come, Beloved, for I am drunk on your name,  
A mystic’s love that cannot be the same.  
My heart, a river, flows to you—  
The shore is distant, but the love is true.
The Flame and the Wick 28/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
JAMIL HUSSAIN Dec 2024
I am not that which sparkles pure and bright,
Nor claim to be a pearl of matchless might.
Yet should the Lord, with mercy’s boundless grace,
Bestow His favour on this fleeting place,
Then shall this drop, though humble in its form,
Join in the vast and ceaseless, raging storm.
The ocean’s depths, with love’s eternal tide,
Shall take this soul and in its ***** hide.

O’ what sweet life to sail in blissful rest,
Where waves of peace shall soothe the heart’s unrest!
And silence reigns within that ocean’s kiss,
Where stars do dance in timeless, endless bliss.
To rest within that deep and sacred flow,
Where time itself doth cease to ebb or go.

What joy, what bliss, to lose the self in Thee,
O’ boundless love, O’ vast eternity!
For in Thy depths, all things their place shall find,
And every wave speaks softly to the mind.

Thus let this drop become no more my own,
But part of Thy eternal, glimmering throne
The Glimmering Throne 27/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
JAMIL HUSSAIN Dec 2024
This is a sign, a sacred breath,
A call to rise from dust and death.
In the silence of the night you’ll wake,
A soul reborn, no more to break.

From the depths where shadows lay,
You’ll ascend like dawn’s first ray.
No earthly chains can bind you long,
For you are destined to be strong.

With every step, the world shall see
A light unyielding, fierce and free.
Through valleys deep, through mountains high,
You’ll shine, a star within the sky.

O’ heart of mine, in patience trust,
For from the earth, the rose must.
The heavens call, the winds conspire,
To raise you up, and lift you higher.

Through pain and loss, through joy and gain,
Your light will burn, will break the chain.
This is your sign, your sacred fate—
To rise and shine, no end, no date.
A Great Sign 27/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Away with Words Dec 2024
Living is a gift
and each experience
is an opportunity.
No life is wasted,
no thing is useless,
and anything that exists
has purpose.
Found this amongst my other writings and I'm not sure if I wrote this long ago, or simply found and saved it. That said, this wouldn't be the first time the eloquence of something has caused me to doubt my authorship of it. So there's that...
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