Irony

For every move initiated

For every word spoken

For every step crafted

For every breath taken

For every blessing misused

And for everything else that I did

Paving a way of unseen

Diverting from the All-Seeing

Though He’s closer than anything

I keep fashioning a path of Shayateen

Enjoying every bit of sinning

Though the pleasure is transitory

And the consequences are ever-lasting

 .

I did what I did

To gratify my ravening desire

Fueling my burning greediness

Though deep in my soul

I know someone is watching

Keep writing

Uninterruptedly recording

Under the command of the Supreme Being

Every single bit-atomic-scale of deed

And with this consciousness

I keep paving on the wrong trail

Heading towards the hole of Hell

And like every other Muslim

As I am reading passages of the Qur’an

Scanning through verses of Ar-Rahman

I discern the Hell and Jannah

Aware of the Reckoning day

 .

But still..

My own desires

Incessantly dominating His

Laying my Reasoning

Enslaved by my own lust

 .

And still..

 I am eating

Drinking and breathing

Enjoying everything

That He has given me

From the moment of conception

Till this moment

While my fingers're freely moving

typing these words out

As I am breathing effortlessly

.

It’s just so Irony

That I have been using

God’s Blessings

As Tools of sinning

Disgracing my own self

In front of The Self-Sufficient

 .

Oh Allah!

Forgive me!

Will You?

 ..

while my ears are waking

hearing the melody of

Yiruma - Time Forgets

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