As the wind blowing
And the trees growing
As the birds ’re twittering
And the days fleeting
Routinely running
Uninterruptedly rolling
Amidst the normalcy
There's a heart aching
Longing and wondering
In a dark solitary desert
Created by his own fancy
Walking aimlessly
Searching for a diamond
With a clue but no answer
In his lifelong journey
And again
He stumbled at the juncture
And as the distance
Flaring and broadening
Pushing the wanderer
Away from the shore
Drowning in his own fantasy
In the middle of the ocean
Gasping for air
Leaving him despair
Hoping for a miracle hand
To come and snatch the wanderer
Away from the wilderness
But hey
Who's moving?
You or Him?
As the steps breaking
And the ocean deepening
As he keeps walking
To the opposite route
Away from his God
Forgetting, neglecting
To the unerring veracity
Of the one to be titled
A Creator and a creation
A Master and a slave
And still..
the audacity hitting
You felt far from Him?
وَنَحْنُ أَقْرَبُ إِلَيْهِ مِنْ
حَبْلِ الْوَرِيدِ
"and We are closer to him than [his] jugular vein"
Qur'an; 50:16
P.S ..written partly in the sky, partly on the earth.
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