“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.
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. ❤❤❤. .
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. ❤❤❤. …
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.