Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Ain Sep 2020
Aaj pyari si ek pari
Mere ghar aayi ...?
Aaj nanni si ek kali
Mere ghar aayi...

Uski khushboo se mehka hai...
Yeh ghar humara?
Beshumaar khushiyan
Mere ghar aayi...

Uski ankhon se roshan
Hai har ek kona?
Lauhe mishkaat banke jo
Mere ghar aayi...

Humne jiske liye ki
Badi mannatein thi?
Woh ek dua e maghbool
Mere ghar aayi...

Uska chehra bhula de
Saare ghamon ko?
Yeh ek aisi basharat
Mere ghar aayi...

Uski pyari tabassum
Zakhmon ka malham

Ek nayi zindagi
Mere ghar aayi...

Usko dekhun to aankhon ko
Thandak aa jaye?
Hai jo Allah ki "Neama"…
Mere ghar aayi...

Jaise dasht o sehra mein
Rahat de waha?
Waisa taskeen e qalb woh
Mere ghar aayi....

Tere daaman mein aalam ki
Saari ** khushiyan?
Mere dil ki tammanna
Mere ghar aayi....?

** yeh tera muqaddar
Suraj sa roshan?
Banke chanda si murat tu
Mere ghar aayi...

Ae khuda tera sajda e
Shukr bajaon?
Teri rehmat se beti
Mere ghar aayi...

Jaise Allah ne jholi "Ain"
Teri hai bhar di?
Sab ko hasil ** daulat jo
Mere ghar aayi....
Written on 11 Aug 2012………my daughter’s first birthday. ..
© Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein
Come secretly, come silently as my dark night's rainfall,
Like bewildered shower, in my land of dreams.
Oh! my Divine in radiance in the duskiness, touch my soul and breath,
The sun and stars will be meaningless to me.
When all are lost in slumber, engulf me, embrace me, rob me of my sleep
Enter my lonesome room, in the garb of music
Answer, answer to my endless tears and shimmering smiles.
Published in Our Poetry Archive Anthology "Spiritual Poetry Beyond Borders"  on 8th July, 2018.
We seek love of the Divine. Is it just love for Ecstasy? Or we need more than that. In our human nature, we tend to love the divine in our happiness and pleasure. Even more we forget the Divine in our happiness. Or ends in gratitude. In our problems we seek him more deeply. But is this only related to our problems or pleasures. Are we missing something?  In solitude, in silence our hearts yearn  for who knows for what. Something unknown. Who is it then? What kind of relationship do we seek? Is it more than love?
© Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein
  
    Those who say about thee with
    words of despair,
    Merely weave walls of words,
    You are not invisible , Oh Beloved.
    Talk to me for a while and bless my
    heart at times,
    With your bliss.
    Sit with me, with the gentle breeze,
    I can listen to you in the sound of
    waves,
    I see you in the blazing sun,
    From the blade of the grass to the
     twinkling stars.
    You make the breath of life,
    Oh eternal sweet,
    I am relieved of the fatigue of the
    day.
    Stretch Thy hands,
    Put it on mine,
    Paint the images of life,
    With the brush of beauty.
    In this beautiful dawn,
    It was  you who symbolised,
    The living message of this Universe.
    My Beloved!
When life feels hopeless,we seek refuge to nature. The presence of beauty may renew our hope. There is beauty everywhere. We just need to see it, cherish it.

— The End —