All, in relation to nothing

Ya Rabb, I humbly beg you to bless us with the strength to stay rooted to the beliefs, values and pure intentions that are commended by Your Wisdom.

Ya Rabb, we come to you with imperfections, thus be kind to us and the people around us as You are the Most Merciful.

Ya Rabb, verily we are in need of the things You give to us. Yet, no matter how much rain is being showered upon us, we'll still be dehydrated without Your guidance.

Bless us Ya Rabb, as we have nothing, except You.

La ilaha illAllah.

Insaan

A keeper of silence sets his compass adrift to the indefinite corners of rediscovery. Afterall, I was someone who had the self-belief and courage to find shelter under the shadows of normalcy and solitude.

I am, more than I will ever know, and more than I will ever be.

Guide me home.

Esok

Be kind to your future self.

This poem was directed to my future self when I was 20 years old. I don't think I've told anyone about this intent.

May 12, 2014.

Fly, little wing

Into the swirling gust of hope

High above the pouring sky

Far beyond the rainbow's end

Where souls hear the faintest cry

Fly, little wing

With the pride of a wallflower

Blooming amongst the busy street

Unafraid of the cold oblivion

For their lives chant a toneless beat

Fly, little wing

Ride the waves of abiding faith

Across the old slumbering shore

With voiceless emotions of the setting sun

Till the heart finds a familiar cure

Fly, little wing

Share the calm spell of your mystery

And sweet dews of the early night

Ushering shadows of gentle moonbeams

And astral dreams towards the starry light.

Fly, little wing

The unhurried mind in aphotic plains

The sole guardian of solitude's heat

The old embracer of the icy gale

The lost wanderer whom I would greet

Fly, little wing

Catch the glimpse of the morning star

Shining down on your glistening road

To a place of uncharted trails

Where stories turn into an arcane code

Fly, little wing

O' dull feathers of the azure sky

And fellow miner for the heart of gold

Hum softly of your mortal price

For what's buried will be timely told

Fly, little wing

Breathe the cool air of credence

And sing your own saccharine song

For who are they, to rightfully say

What is different, and what is wrong?

Fly, little wing

Stand proud by the fallen twigs

And see the past through autumn's hues

The silent splendour of waning years

Amid the essence of vermilion views

Fly, little wing

Into the endless horizon

Painting portraits, of your final crime

Gliding past, collapsing stars

Ever dodging the hands of time

Fly on, little wing.

Allure us with your distant smile.