Drowning

In the darkest hour of the night

My eyes refuse to bow down

To the demand of my sleepy body

Staring the dusty white ceiling

My gaze seems entrapped in the cobweb

That left bedecking the corner of my room

I feel myself drowning

Sinking In the unseen oceanic

Created by not a soul except mine

Drowning in the dark world

Parted away from my Lord

Regrettably, it was me

Who builds the barrier

It was my foot

That sauntered away from Him

I feel empty

Amid the richness of my affluence

I have been forgetting

The path that I used to walk in

As if I’m not my old self

I miss Him

I miss the moment

When my forehead touches

The cold marble ground of my chamber

I miss the time

When my fingers wiping off

The watery eyes of mine

In the midst of nocturnal

Reminiscing my past days

Being the cliché version of me

Forgetful and oblivious

Of the order of my Lord

And my heart is aching

Seems like dying

O my Lord

Hear me please

Guide me please

Strengthen me please

I’m in need of you

While you are free of any need

Forgive me

My soul yearns to be called

The “Reassured Soul”

With the leverage of

Entering into Your Jannah

In the company of the Blessed one.

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"O reassured soul,

Return to your Lord, well-pleased and pleasing [to Him],

And enter among My [righteous] servants

And enter My Paradise"

Al-Fajr, 89;27-30

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End Notes:

in the pitch dark of night 

sitting by the corner of my living room 

trying to manifest the quench 

of my thirsty heart

the saga of yearning;

my One and Only Lord. 

*in the company of 

Yiruma - When the Love Falls

[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVeD9b8cgow ]

2.30 am / Taman Melati, Kuala Lumpur.