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?