Poetry

Mehraj-ul-Haq Believes that I am Alive

“You are well acquainted with my heart”

I said to the twinkling stars

My Aorta has been torn into pieces

The pain will never evaporate,

I listened to the sobbing silence of the night

Caught a faint glimpse of the Moon

Decked with scarry scars

“Why do you look into the concerns of dead men? ” They replied.

My mind held particularly nothing

That I could have as an answer,

Chilly winds were piercingly halting my progress,

The graveyard was some yards away.

I told my brother, Mehraj-ul- Haq

To keep a keen eye

While I go inside the grave,

His smile blossomed like a sunflower

 Warmed my heart with its bright glow.

His  beautiful grey eyes

That is as soft

As a fine Kashmiri Shawl

Threw boundless supplications on my path,

The long stretched black hair

Which he wears like a Crown on his head

Sent me a lot of wishes,

His face __ Allah has painted it with white colour __

Filled my distressed soul with peace,

I dared not embrace the idea

To leave my brother alone

Waiting for me there outside the grave,

But I had to…

His love and deepest felicitations

For embarking on this new journey

Uplifted me to the heights,

I said that I shall make sure

To be always obliged to him.

 

Shaking from head to toe

But was determined not to see my steps returning.

I felt blissfully elated

To saw an angel

Waiting for this visitor,

He opened the door for me

And I went to meet my Beloved.

 

It is beyond the power

Of my pen and voice

To say what I saw there,

The atmosphere, let me count, is totally

Different

As compared to this hanging world,

Everything there was wrapt in eternal love.

“I stood by your bed last night “

I heard it coming from a glistening corner,

Saw, as I turned towards it, my beloved

smiling at me.

A sparkling ‘Hoor’ was on his right side,

But when she saw that

We would have a personal talk

She went into the next room, Heaven.

 

“My soul is not in fairly good condition

It is hung with despair and agony,

My love! Why did you come here alone?

I am not comfortably accommodated there in the world!

                                               It really makes me happy when I see what you’ve made,

But my soul cries and my light begins to fade,”

Hanging tears took the brooks of my eyes

A sudden terror swam in them,

” Dear Abid! Last evening I came to your home to have a peep,

I saw you weeping and had not gone to sleep,

When you sank into your broken chair

I struggled, in vain, to let you know that I was sitting there,

You always tend my grave with such a care

I want to assure you that I am not lying here,

I have so many things to say to you

But not too much at present;

Go back and live your journey out,

 Then at the end

Come to this eternal home

And be with me.”

Light and beauty were now flying away,

I had involved myself in difficulties;

 

“Get lost from here!

This is not your home but Masjid,

You are a mad boy

To speak so loudly

And disturbing the peace of this Holy place,

What the hell are you saying?

Leave this place immediately

Or we will show you the paws of Death. “

I am not on the way

To express how deadly shivers ran

Through the wandering nerves of my emaciated body,

I looked directly into the eyes of the man

And found his words quite true,

“Where I am?

Where is my love?”

My voice was cut into small threads!

A Sheikh came towards me

His dark eyes had the color of a winter’s frozen frost

There was an awkward silence between us for a while

 He could almost see those frozen tears hanging

Above my eyes

But said nothing for a moment

My hope was torn apart,

However, I still stood on my point ;

“Islam opposes any form of association

With those who dance

And sing in Masjid,

A severe punishment has

Been assigned for people like them,

You must be intelligent

To realise the importance of human life

And refuse to act like animals.”

I failed to understand him,

Could not make out why

They were staring at me,

A strange sadness started

Glinting in my eyes ;

“I sincerely apologize for

 All the inconvenience I brought to you,

 Do you want to hear

The reason for my actions?

Give me your attention!

I am trying to elevate myself spiritually,

I am here to  meet my beloved

Trying to make his acquaintance,

Listen! Beyond this temporary world

There’s another world

Of which we have some information,

My beloved had told me

To prepare me for it

So I would see my Creator, Allah, after death.”

Ssh…! It would rather amount

 To have a long-lasting argument

Someone on my left side said ;

“He looks really hungry and tattered,

What do you think his body is made of?

I won’t say anything above DUST “

I trembled terribly but dared to confront

“Body? Body is born and is destined to be vanquished one day

Therefore this corporal frame is not as indispensable as spirit,

This soul, which is in His hands,

Is determined to meet Him… “

They did not allow me to say anything further,

I caught rage swimming across

The face of Sheikh and roared :

“Man is incapable of viewing the Divine Being

No one could bear the intensity of even seeing The Glory of Allah.”

He looked up at me with a wicked smile

There was a heavy knock on my back. Something inside told me not to look at there

 I panicked when the blood started crawling up my leg,

All I could do was stare

As I watched someone wrapping

 His hands around my neck, choking it

 But I was already dead,

I could not move, breathe, or speak

I had no way of letting them know

I was still conscious.

Ah! he has come,

 The sweet peaceful death,

The beautiful starry heaven

What a pleasant journey he is

Going to take me through!

But no one could hear me now

That I’m to be in Heaven.

A smile of relief washed across the Sheikh’s face.

There was only one man namely, Mehraj

Who really felt sad for me,

He kissed on my cold forehead

But I wouldn’t kiss him back,

The power of my body was already decomposing,

But I knew not on what

His affection was grounded,

Joyful tears fell down from his face and said

“My love has gone to fulfill his promise “

I am dead

But he believes that I am alive.

~Abid Gulzar 

Shopian, India

 

PS : Mehraj-ul-haq hails from Kishtwar ,

       He is very pious and has exceptional mental abilities.

3 Comments

  1. Allah bless u brother!
    Masterpiece! What a blend! .. The beauty of ur imagination has to leave a permanent mark . Who will forget this poem? None! Rather it would occupy each and every corner of this world… Believe me.
    Tears r streaming down. Can’t hold them back. Happy to see u achieving much progress in ur spiritual field. Keep going dear. ❤❤❤. .

  2. Allah bless u brother!
    Masterpiece! What a blend! .. The beauty of ur imagination has to leave a permanent mark . Who will forget this poem? None! Rather it would occupy each and every corner of this world… Believe me.
    Tears r streaming down. Can’t hold them back. Happy to see u achieving much progress in ur spiritual field. Keep going dear. ❤❤❤. …

  3. Mashallah,
    Without exaggerating,this is more than a novel! Everything is portrayed in such a way that our souls dissolve with it. Though I felt very sad by this poem, the message which it bears is equivalent to all the wealth of the world. Such a beauty…. Wow!
    Blessings.