Sitting by the window, eyes busy wandering from here to there and
there to here; and thoughts running wildly between fields and hills and
mountains. A deep dive into that ocean and another swim into that other.
All wet.
Soaked outside, yet torn, parched, unmoist lips show no signs to reflect.
Tears! Tears fill up those sea-blue eyes and obscure vision, lumps gather
in throat, yet none of the divine drop falls, not a single sound escapes.
Nothing happens, and ‘nothingness’ is attained. In those split seconds of grief,
of utmost grief, and of those supreme painful moments does God appears.
And when God appears, peace takes charge. Or when ‘nothingness’ seeps,
Nothing Else Remains.
BELOW is what a friend Yamna Farrukh responded with, after she read A Rotten Rose. She says she felt the same way:
Sometimes..
He really surprises me.
I know I’ve been bad..
I am even afraid to read His book!
Wondering If He’ll tell me about
The kuffaar!
About the Munafiqeen..
About hell..
I’m afraid to read it.
But then,
He surprises me!
He knows my weaknesses..
How I always fall for it..
He knows I’m scared, ashamed..
Yet still he wants to guide me..
He tells me, ‘You can always repent’
He says He knows I’m just a human.
I make sins, I repent.
And sin, and repent.
He tells me, that He loves me.
That He can forgive me.
He is Al-Wadood, Al-Ghafoor
Al-Rehmaan, Al-Raheem..
He finally says that every rose counts!
Even a wilting rose can blossom again!
That’s for you!
Beautiful poem… Tear-worthy.
I like it too!
beautiful piece Maria.
visiting here after a long time and look what you have done 🙂
beautiful background and your writings has become richer too.
great
Thank you amira! I missed you so much!
Glad that you liked the background and another load of thanks for complimenting my writings! I hope you’ll come again soon. 🙂
Yeah, I’ve noticed that over the past month or so too.
Are you on poetry pills or something, Maria?
Oh Cabrogal, you’re back too? I hope your bunny is fine. 🙂
Thank you, and well, something of the sort. But they just finished, those ‘pills’.
Beautiful!
Thanks!
priceless thoughts penned down with precision… Beautiful Maria!
Hey thank you Pamela! You’re great!
yes, god may give us ultimate peace, but meanwhile, we live here where we cannot resist the things that bring us pain. tears and pain – always the price for dreaming, yet i will still gladly accept it and never stop dreaming. i dream, even in pain, ever hopeful of one that comes true. now that is faith!
listen to song “hurt” (top one under music), originally by nine inch nails, but most beautifully done by johnny cash just months before he died. coincidentally (or not), i happened to be listening to it at the very time i read this post. how fitting.
We sure can not resist, and may just end rotting, but that’s fine too. Because ‘light enters through pain’.
Gonna listen to that song just now. Thanks for sharing! =)
you are so right sister. sometimes i feel like a heroin addict, who knowing what the result is, always returns for the next fix. dreams, love, pain – all so irresistable, and who can tell where one ends and the other begins?
yes. sometimes i think this is how a junkie lives – he knows what the result will be, but cannot resist the next fix. love, pain, and dreams – irresistable and unavaoidable, and who knows where one begins and that other ends? it is useless to consider not dreaming, for i won’t ever stop.
Right. Nobody’s telling anybody to stop either.
good to know. so long as dreamers accept the consequence of pain, let them hope and dream, for who is to say what is just a dream or a future possibility?
I think yes. Dreamers may dream and followers may follow for dreams and hopes are the only things that forever remain.
right on girl. so, dream your dreams, and don’t be coerced by the voice of someone else’s “common sense” to set it aside. the dreamer alone has the right to know when to pick up a dream, and when to set it aside. let no one else tell you otherwise.
I will remember that! Thank you.
dreams take us to a world
where the soul lives, breathes, and flies
that which convention forbids,
and circumstance denies.
You know you’re amazing, do you?
T S I C (if you listened to the song)
TSIC?
it’s a song called ‘the Stranger’ (know where to find). thought i mentioned it yesterday, but some of our posts are not connecting. i may need you to fix my dashboard. gotta run, but check w/ you later.
Oh okay, Stranger. I listened to ‘Hurt’ and that ‘Box of Rain’. This one’s left.
Uh I get it now
OK, just assume i hit whatever key makes a smile!!
Such an amicable choice of words… Wonderful!
Loved the poem too
Hey thanks! Glad you liked.
Beautiful, wonderful expression.
Peace :).
Hey thank you so much for stopping by! So glad to have you here, again. 🙂
And peace. =)
Beautifully expressed.x
Glad you thought so. 🙂 Thank you!
Tell Maria to read this (:
Btw did I ever tell you rotten rose was one of the first things I read from your blog ❤ aur phir mai idhar chipak gai XD
I remember your first comment was on Rotten Rose. :] How did you find such an old post though? Aesi randomly?
^.^
Randomly abstract pay RANDOM cheezain honee chahiyaain XD
LOL nahi mai agar scroll karoon end tak to unmai say aik wo thee 😛
Haha okay. :p Kafi scroll kia aapne. :p
Hmm shayad haan shayad nahi. 😛
Mai explore kar rahee thee. :3 Aapkee theme dosray WP blogs say mukhtalif hai. 😀