While we all play the game,
Chasing wealth and fame,
Moving by rules we never wrote,
On squares we barely note.

A chosen few, unseen, unheard,
Carve the edges, draw the gird,
They choose the size, they set the rules.
We play the game ,  they make the board.

From al-Ghayb,
a breath was cast.

Each nafs a spark,
unique, yet infinite.  

Ruh in motion,
Identities Unknown.

Drift Endlessly
Yet Yearn to Return.

Endless things were lost
Wealth, peace and  power drained away…..
Still , I watched in hush.
They asked me later -  Why ?
Fear in disguise I whispered.

No matter what we do …
How much we try ….
Some people just dont change……

In the end nothing mattered.