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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...
the streets buzzing with tourists and outsiders
taking over our city with their suburban bravado.
i choose to remain in the coolness of my home.
away from society - a voluntary banishment.

with an aching void and a punishing responsibility,
a freedom not taken for granted, but neglected.

aimless and without passion.
hopeless and without ambition.
helpless and without provision.

falling from great heights with no hope of return,
i pray for a calling, a mission, or a path.
whenever i feel hopeless, i write
firstdraftfolder Dec 2024
i've yet to break out of my shell
i've yet to know who i am
i've yet to find a purpose

yet i've died a million times
rebirthed into a vacuous cocoon
wrapped, trapped, in restraints

i've yet to break
i've yet to live
i've yet to love

yet you have lost me too many times
you've yet to know me
you've yet to love me

you've yet to accept me
yet you say you love me,
trapped
but i've yet to find my own strength
and once i do -
i will break out
i will live
i will love
i will be.
JAMIL HUSSAIN Dec 2024
O’ fairest love, thy power hath wrought a spell,  
And in thy gaze, my soul doth deeply dwell.  
I sit in silence, lost in thy sweet thought,  
My spirit bound in thee, where’er it sought.

Surround’d by bliss, thy presence fills the air,  
Mine eyes do see but thee, thou art most fair.  
Thy form, a throne on which my heart doth rest,  
Thy voice, the music that doth soothe my breast.

O’ beloved, thou hast made my soul thy slave,  
My thoughts are thine, my heart doth crave and crave.  
In thee, my soul finds both its peace and strife,  
For thou art both the torment and the life.

Thy love doth flood my tongue with words most sweet,  
And in my mind, thy image is complete.  
I write thy name upon my trembling hand,  
And seek thee still, through every distant land.

O’ beloved, thy love hath ta’en my breath,  
And I, consumed by thee, doth taste of death.  
Yet in thy fire, I find my soul’s delight,  
For thou art both the day and also night.

My feet doth wander, in thy quest alone,  
My hands, thy love’s sweet melodies have known.  
I sit, and in thy presence ever sigh,  
For in thy love, my soul shall never die.

Thou art the light that guides my weary heart,  
The very flame that doth from me depart.  
O’ beloved, in thee I am made whole,  
For thou, sweet love, art all within my soul.

Thus, in thy love, I find my sacred way,  
And in thy eyes, I live, though night be day.  
For as the Creator doth in us abide,  
So do we seek, in love, our souls to guide.
My Soul Thy Slave 10/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
JAMIL HUSSAIN Dec 2024
O' beloved, thy love hath made of me a vessel,  
For in thy grace, my being doth now wrestle.  
As the Creator, in His boundless might,  
Becomes the ear, the eye, the hand, the light,  
So hath thy love transformed this soul of mine,  
To see, to hear, to move, and to divine.  

My ear, once mine, now hears but thy sweet voice,  
Thine eyes, mine eyes, behold thee, and rejoice.  
With every step I take, thou art my feet,  
And in thy gaze, I find my heart's complete.  
Thy love doth change me, like the sun doth change the sky,  
For in thy truth, all falsehoods surely die.

Thou art the light that in my soul doth burn,  
The flame that in my heart shall ever turn.  
In thee, I find the missing part of me,  
The mirror of my soul’s eternity.  
As man and woman, drawn by Heaven's song,  
In thee I find where both our hearts belong.

Thus, O’ beloved, thou art my very breath,  
In life, in love, in joy, in whispered death.  
For when the soul doth seek its primal source,  
It finds thee there, its union, its true course.  
And in thy love, so deep, so pure, so free,  
I find myself, and in thee, I am whole, and I am we.
Heaven’s Song 10/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
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