Joy Turns to Regret
Joy turns to Regret
When gift turns to Test
Isn’t it time for the Tears to come to a Rest?
It has been made easy for the heart to hold on to what kills it
And what gives it Life,
It eventually forgets
Why does the past cling to the present
And refuses to be the ‘past’
Suddenly, Like a burning arrow
It pierces through the Heart.
The hand grabs the chest
as the heart is now on Fire…
”Harmless is my path”,
Satan indeed was a Liar.
Why am I going blind to ‘hope’?
It must be the smoke of this inner Flame…
All I ask for is ‘Comfort’
Not beauty, money, or Fame…
What today is a sickness was yesterday a sweetness…
I see fire as gold,
Such is the desperate heart’s weakness.
The world Looks like a friend but acts like a snake
and I refuse to pay heed.
Its Venom is such that it becomes a struggle to breathe
Let me beg for Healing
For I have lost my smile…
Is a suffocating Heart any less of a Trial?
Blame not a man if his tongue gives up and his walk gets slow…
For Inside his own chest,
resides a merciless foe.
I believed my sickness is weak and my cure is strong
Then why do I still suffer… Clearly I was wrong…
These laughs have become a show
Now all I do is ‘pretend’…
Hoping for it to convince the heart,
“These flames are not the End.”
How can they be?
Never has Allah allowed any damage to be permanent
If the clouds are dark
Then near is the rain
Water will fall as a mercy
And you will be free of this pain
The Lord of Fire is also The Lord of Breeze.
With a beautiful patience… wait for comfort …
“For Indeed, with Hardship. There is Ease.”
And “Indeed, with Hardship. There is Ease.”
