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Unrequited Love

While transient love is all I yearn for now,
A state of panic engulfs as I imagine.
When my life takes a decisive turn
Hair white, wrinkled face and lack of sin. 

Will I see shadows of myself?
Will my contagious grime enthuse my sons?
Have I discovered my faults too late?
Can my heart endure those countless revolutions? 

Inhabiting my substance, torturing my world.
A life full of faults and guilt knotted.
I travel aimlessly for an ounce of peace.
Disturbed and heart so cruelly destructed.

My parents whom I did not revere,
Their love, I never answered.
Their forgiveness, I never asked for.
Those words of love, I always stammered.

Oh! Those heart beats, when I came hurt.
My letters, they never threw away.
Their magnificence, and my bag of sins.
A false remorse every single minute of the day.

Have I drowned in my own forever.
Or is this realisation a guide for the lost?
It’s never too late to ask for clemency.
Certainly not late to fulfil the unrequited love.

Forgive me for all I have done.
Let no one in this world have unrequited love.

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The Desert

My rampant feet crush the sand.
Feeling the suppleness of the land.

Throwing light on the ocean of desert
Looking for help; hoping to revert.

My voice returns finding no one in the distance
A bird, an insect and not even a shred of existence

Just then the moon shows it glow
Flitting between the clouds; calm and slow.

A firefly comes soaring and watches my shadow, sob and cry.
The darkness of my being makes no sense to the lighted creature with no credence.
It makes fun of me and tramples my confidence
Overcome by self-pity I aim for penance.

Just as I feel the angel of death reaching my heart
I see a swarm of fireflies glittering in the north.
Gathering all I could of the feeble remains,
I rumbled along to the place of heavens.

When I reached that place as an impatient brute.
All I could smell was a stench so crude.
Three men lie on their backs,
Flesh and blood ready as snacks.

Why should there be hope for a man like me?
Why should the desert feel sad and pity?

Yet I throw the light on the ocean of desert
Looking for help; hoping to revert.

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Please Can You Come


The moons have disappeared in 
the fluffy clouds
For I have seen them leave.
I surely think that you would 
come
My heart seems to believe.

I imagine that I can fly to you
And bring you back on my 
dainty wings.
I hear that you live in a land 
ashore,
Which is full of queens and 
kings.

But, what do you really do 
Dad?
Is it something that I don’t 
know.
I have grown up big - mummy 
said:)
tell me your secret in a voice 
very low.

When I close my eyes I see of 
you,
For a while till you say 
goodbye.
And I open my eyes as fast as I 
can
Somehow, to make truth out of 
a lie.

It is a day of joy when I wait 
for you,
Imagining the gifts you would 
bring.
But it is the way you call me 
sweetly,
That makes my heart really 
sing. 

Please can you come…
Everyday and Everywhere…
It doesn’t make sense without 
you here.

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Forever

A flight to the past and a thought forever.
Inside the heart, there is a rot forever.

A sly arrow hit the gazelle betrayed.
Stuck to a tree, it is caught forever.

Walking to the sea and hit by the tides
A slow demise, I have fought forever.

Did you do, what I asked you to do?
My benevolent, I can wait - but not forever 

You have always been chosen, Mumtaz 
Your gullible nature is sought forever.

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A Piece of Respect

In times of affliction
I raise a voice.
A pain in my heart
Difficult to disguise.

A tale of wrong
You cannot deny.
A wound so deep,
It makes me cry.

Delicate and subtle,
But sublime by nature.
Chosen for you,
From the Greatest Protector.

Like a pearl in a shell,
You can trust your beauty
I never let the devils
Obstruct my duty.

But you chose me not.
You ditched my care.
Like a flower shedding its petals,
You stand truly bare

You look at me
With an absolute hate.
You are fond of this world
and stuck to its bait.

Little you know.
Little you think.
You are made for a purpose,
Not an object of bling.

You fear the people.
You fear the crowd.
Who stand and stare,
Like shaytaan avowed.

The day you will be called.
The day you will be said.
Oh people of this ummah,
Arise and Awake!

You were given a life.
You were given a soul.
You were made perfect
And you had a goal

But you pleased the world.
And you did not stop.
You had the jannah,
But they made you swap

You have no helpers.
You have no life.
Except Allah,
The Mighty and The Wise

So you fail to understand
The inherent wisdom
Closing your eyes
Does not give you freedom

The angels witnessed,
When the scholar said:
You have no purpose here,
I will have you shred

But I laughed at his folly.
When my sister was firm:
To Allah we belong,
And to Allah we return.

The strangers who hug me,
Have held their head high.
To protect their faith,
They always stand by

They swim against the tide
To try their best
They make the word of Allah
Superior to the rest

So unite my sisters,
In every inch and corner.
Allah has given you
The greatest honour.

Your face is not an object.
Your shyness is not a waste.
Glamour is not an asset
To show-off in a haste.

A piece of cloth,
A piece of respect
A true sense of freedom,
You can surely expect.

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Together

It's a world of trials and happiness, altogether
A cruel moment of sin & forgiveness, altogether

A story set in a lightless world and sombre patches
A beautiful man has been sold for less, altogether

Never was the night seen in the  day till now.
A gloom seems to shine with finesse, altogether.

I hoped against hope that this day would be mine
I survived for a moment of brazenness, altogether

You were my friend and guide, 'Mumtaz'
How did it all become such a mess, altogether?

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Skylight

Feathers of life twirling by the stars of drizzling light. 
Breathing into a glowing dance, lighting up the night.

A window moved to let in the glory of the moon.
The breeze so cool tiptoes in lifting away the hem of my loom.

A smile, so strong emanates from my appearance.
The brightness of the sky has lit my countenance.

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Give It Some Time

Give it some time,
It is too early.
The wicked world
Will show its glory.

With its sweet demeanour,
It welcomes you all.
She shows its dark,
When you respond to its call.

It decimates the fallen
With it’s sweet chirp.
Its devours its beings
With out a burp.

The world is a trial,
Devoid of faith.
Its cunning ways
Suit the deniers of straight.

In the conniving world,
We are hopelessly lost.
The sweetness of eemaan
Has gone for a toss.

As shirk looms high,
Our fear prevails.
Our trivial heart,
Is behind many veils.

Once in a blue moon
In a chance encounter
We fall in prostration
And begin to ponder

The destitute of the world
Seem to give us bother
We decide for now that
The world needs a soother

But in truth,
We are bound.
Culture over faith,
And insane over sound.

With an almighty ego,
And a conspicuous mask
To crush our ‘self’
Is an onerous task

Yet so many times,
the warners cried.
The enemies are coming
With a crushing might

No proclamation
Could be more correct.
Yet not a word
Can we interpret.

We simply ridicule them
As the tales of the old
For the fire of the hell?
O how very bold! 

Happy to submit
to anarchy and lawlessness
We are Joyous with the trend,
snobbish about our carelessness

Time will stop,
Culminating on the day.
When Allah will assemble,
The progeny of the clay.

Can we carry on like this?
Belittling ourselves every day.
We were created to worship
But deliberately went astray.

Life of this world,
Was shorter than a drop.
In my grave,
The time does not stop.

I surely cannot regret,
I definitely cannot repent.
My time is over,
My soul is spent.

Trust not the world
Submit to your lord
Except Allah,
There is no other God.

For the corrupt and evil,
Who are always running.
Who take no heed 
To any counsel or warning.

Give it some time,
It is too early.
The wicked world, 
Will show its glory.

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Vertigo


I was sober when I was feeble.
I had flaws and knew it too.

A taste of higher ranks was enchanting to me.
The glamour, the pride was just so cool

In reality, I looked grounded
When a whiff of success touched me low.

I tried to be the same old guy,
Who never had seen affluence before!

It started as a senseless influence.
Behold! It had corrupted my soul.

Before I knew the way to crawl
I ran towards fire as if it was cold.

I rest on the thorny bed of rocks,
And I sleep not till the pill goes in.

If I had something which could make me rest,
I would give this chaotic world to him!

Exhumed in pride and unhampered by travesty,
I travel alongside the faceless men.

The debt of success is not repayable.
A slow decay into indistinguishable remnants.

The vertigo of my rise is uncharacteristic.
It feels as If I am buried into layers of grime.

A lesson to remember you all must wonder,
I will unabashedly smirk when it is your time!

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That's Fine

In a moment, my heart returned to me, that's fine.
I waited years for someone to love me, that's fine.

My letters may have reached their rightful destination.
So what if you haven't replied to me, that's fine.

It seems that your mercy knows no bounds
Yes, you could not forgive me, that's fine.

You have never made an unkept promise however, 
If this gift is only for me, that's fine.

I walked aimlessly suffering the pangs of separation
But you say that it didn't kill me, that's fine

What would make them to know my feelings; when friends
Tell you nonchalantly to ‘let it be’, that's fine

'Mumtaz' you were mercilessly punished in this world
No one heard your feeble plea, that's fine.