Why does Mekael not smile?
It happened thus after hell was created.
He believes that is where he can end to be?
Who can say. The future is not ours to see.
Then I found a beloved who,
when I slept, stood besides me
One day I decided this;
sleep was not the best thing to do.
Thus I danced all night in doubt
I danced all night with perplexity
Found him to be invalid by morning.
I was beautiful before that
Without the copper nails
Without vain,
Without pain.
a certain face I had
I had it before hell was created.

Poem

I walk outside in the storm
It asks me about you Beloved
Now should I stand against the storm?
or must I be where destiny is decided
Of the physical and the metaphysical.
Who shall I be now beloved?
You are all knowledgable
Beloved, you know what I have been
I killed by despair,
Reincarnated by by bewilderment
I wind up at the shores of knowledge
I see an entity
I, stand by it, speechless
It says to me, 'I am attainable!'

Ghalib , Iqbal and Faraz on the same thing

GHALIB; let me drink wine in the mosque or tell me about a place where Allah is not present.

IQBAL; a mosque is the home of Allah, not a place to drink, go to a kafir's heart there Allah is not present.

faraz; there is Allah inside a non believers heart he is just oblivious to this fact.

I have never really admired or read Faraz but I completely agree on this one. This we know from the teachings of the Prophet S.A.W that when all souls had been created they were gathered at one place and Allah introduced himself to all creation 'Ana rabi'. It is present in our unconscious that a God exists. even those who do not believe in God do still believe that there is something much stronger than them which they cannot control regardless of what they name it  

It happened so I could breath perfectly.
And the moon shown,
I thought it wouldn't dare
I used to live in a swamp
Where lotus grew
For it made me happy
Happier than what one feels after wandering the desert for life
And then finding an oasis.
I wanted to break away from the monotony of rhyme,
So I rose from the swamp,
I left it.
My lotus must have missed me at first,
But now he just resents it
Just resents it

I have never titled my poetry

Sand bore trees
But there stood men
And before they fell on their knees,
They lived seven eternities

A mirage was chased
And dignity was reduced to the grains of sand
Could have faced the truth
It was just sand

Then the sea,
it rose to me,
And asked me
Did I want to win another eternity?

On Love

In whose sighs did I lose my breath?
Moon lost, who did it want to hold in it's arms?
Arms that were designated a bearer and an owner even before genesis
Creation; eyes which claimed the rest of the existence is useless
It is useless for me to lament over passion
It acknowledged me as it's god
A god who created a paradigm,
a standard to conjoin towards the end
A demise: just another direction
Direction: a path that led to an aim
Aim; that was lost in it's own way
This way, must have been addictive
Addiction still holds charm somewhere
A place were we lived in the other's breath!

This I believe is my best work so far

I saw a man conversing with God one night.
"Everything new turns old.
I saw, I knew, I was born with sight."
Must have been born with sight but not insight.
"What they have will remain in sight.
What I have, I will take and turn it to gold."

"A lamp was lit,
How shall I hide light!"
Do keep six feet for me aswell.
I now am not worth that light.
"I keep scratching my face,
And I have copper nails."
I look at the mirror,
my face is un scratched.

The more I scratch,
The more lovely I become.
"I dip my fingers in the sea,
The sea becomes bitter."
The fire gets cold in front of me.
I ask the mirror: what have I become!
What have I become?

This I wrote when I got inspired by T.S. Eliot

The concrete moon has come.
But has dawned upon another balcony.
Tired, just went to sleep.
Nothing to embelish dreams with.
Nothing to over which to weep.
After one eternity,
Woke up to believe
Must have slumbered a hundred,
Or three hundred and nine years.
All that was left were two stones.
One was pain and the other was death.
Then I swallowed them with my eyes.
That must be how I was blinded.
I rose,walked,crossed an ocean.
I do not slumber now,
I stay hungry
But it swirls,
I moves,
calls upon its allies.
It is alive within me.
Feeds upon my desire for it.
I think the stones were just black pearls.
Pearls were once eyes,
His eyes.

The sandcastles which washed away,
Were never a game.
I would have destroyed,
I would have reconstructed.
Demolished and again built,
Played with sand on my own.
I would have went back to arrogance,
Lived on my own.

Another ocean which I walked across,
Made me the goddess of abandoned wells,
Strong fortresses,
Fresh water springs,
Abandoned, all abandoned,
Paradise abandoned,
Life itself abandoned.
It lead to the time of feast,
Which I served in those ruins.
Burnt ships I came in,
But did not come to conquer anything.
Who conquers ruins?
Who waits for its gardens to bloom?
I came to live its life.
I came to get wasted in this wasteland.
Become its humuss,
Fertilise it,
Then be reincarnated into something above this existence.
I want to plant death here.
And I shall water it on time.
It shall bloom into the garden of death.
For I want to abandon it.
A few centuries later, stones grew.
And so did the deafening sound of silence.
Then I had an encounter with death,
I looked, I saw, I wept,
And the same did death.
That lead me to this state after life yet before death.
I cannot depart before I have a union with another
Who has seen tears in the eyes of death!

i wish i had a better camera...