What if I die tomorrow? Would I get a day in borrow? Should I be grateful for this unending sorrow? For not letting my emptiness turn hollow. Advertisements
You think you know me! And that you can define me. That I’m a lone traveller Who knows not which path to take. That I’m a friendly stranger Whose faith would so easily shake. That I’m a hopeless romantic Who in a box is just a tick. That I’m a random fighter Who enslaves everything … More Story of a Poet: #38. You think you know me!
She loved me When no one else did When no one cared And darkness lid When tears poured And eyes bleed When alone I cried And a pain, splendid She loved me When everyone left When a wreath of emotions Were rigorously felt When I was the culprit And her love, a theft She loved … More Story of a Poet: #37. She loved me. Yes, she did.
I don’t know what to say. Sometimes I just want to thank Allah, for everything He gave. And then this thought finds a way into my subconscious that the only way to love Allah, is to love His beloveds. Post 18: Quote– “Simplicity is not that simple.” _Saiz
Sometimes it’s not about how well you write; but, what you write. Aap yaad bahot aati ho Jab koii saath nahi deta Jab koii baat nahi sunta Toh aap yaad bahot aati ho Kadam jab ladkhadate hain Aapki yaad dilaate hain Sambhalne ki koshish jo karta Ye duniya muskurati haii Girr ke jab uth nahi … More Maqsad e Hayaat: #4. ~Aap yaad bahot aati ho~
This life is temporary. So I am happy to let you go; because I’m planning to be with you in Jannah. I wrote it in my fable and went to bed. As I laid down and as it always happens I began with my out of the world creations.Things are so crazy and life is … More Secrets of My Diary: #20. ~Jannah-The Paradise to look for~
How grand it is to wake up when the whole world is still asleep. I wonder why does one even sleep. What, did they climb Mount Everest or pulled a bullock-cart that they feel like a oscitant to gradually fall at their beds. Well that’s beyond any human restraint. But, there has to be a … More Secrets of My Diary: #19. ~Ever wondered why you wonder?~
There’s something very beautiful about the first few hours of the morning. The time seems to slow down and there’s a constant urge of remembrance of Allah in one’s heart.The deepest consequence of which brings an everlasting smile upon thy face where reluctance of disbelief use to dwell. The thoughts that arise seem to be … More Secrets of My Diary: #18. ~Remembrance of Allah~
Allah is The Greatest! That’s my first belief of Islam that Allah is The Greatest because it’s important to stay focused on one God as our Creator in order to have faith in our existence. We have been created and that’s for sure. If we were to come in this world by our own will … More Secrets of My Diary: #17.~ Atheism or Strategic Disbelief ? ~
There are always things which you can’t tell your parents. And if you don’t have a sister then it’s never going to be easy. There’s no one who can understand. The only choice left is to keep such thoughts deep down into your heart so that it’s effect doesn’t create an ache to your soul. … More Secrets of My Diary: #16. ~A few things left unsaid.~