I know you are there
Little bird,
Covered by rich green, talking to the tree
Yes, a talking tree!

I know you are hiding
Little ant,
Under the solid brown, listening to the song
Yes, the singing earth!

I know you are relaxing
Tiny drop of rain,
Inside the airy white, hearing the laugh
Yes, a laughing cloud!

I know you are dancing
Little bee,
Beside fresh colors, joining a prayer
Yes, a praying flower!

I know you are breathing
Little fish,
Deep in the wide blue, amazed by stories
Yes, the Historian Ocean!

I am sitting in my room
Seeing you all in the heart of my eye
Praising the work of God
Wishing to add more before I die

Talking tree
Singing earth
Laughing cloud
Praying flower; and
Historian Ocean
Let me join you, and be sublime
Praising God till the end of our time!

I come to You with solitary heart
Nearing lifelessness
Eyes closed, soul scarred
Pleas pouring, begging of Your Almightiness

All others are without powers
You are my only real Truth
Help me, Guide me before darkness devours
All pureness of youth

Make my heart smile once again
Just like the time i first knew You
Cleanse me, leaving not a single stain
Bring me back to life, make my being subdue

I'll cry tears of overwhelming delight
Intertwined with drops of fear
Finding its way to my mouth, fuel to recite
Your Words, with Your Guidance i'll persevere

My own words will never be sufficient
To thank You for all blessings bestowed
Truly Merciful, Truly Omniscient
You are the Only One Who can help me to reach The Blessed Abode.

O how quickly we forget
You.
Your favor, Your protection, Your love is lost in our uncharted forests.
We may enter for a brief moment, and enjoy the reflection of Your Beauty
Only to be pulled out
by our own self and desires.
May we live in the forest.

Beneath the Heavenly Stars
lies a world unknown
to all of us.

For while we may recognize its outer most layer of beauty,
only You know its inner secrets.

Its shell may shine
but beneath its core is uninterrupted purity.

The road to its secrets lies with You.

It's strange this feeling thats come over me,
It ebbs and flows like the tide.
Some times it seems so far away,
And at others it's deep inside.

I feel no need for food or sleep,
And dream the hours away.
My friends and family notice it,
“What's wrong with you?" they say.

Each dawn, the sun - a sleepy ball,
Stretches golden across the skies.
And I watch the horizon birth a new day,
Greeting it with eager eyes.

Then birds begin to welcome this Spring,
With songs of praise and hamd.
And as I join them in glorious prayer,
My heart is gently calmed.

The noonday heat that bakes all life,
And honeyed sunshine pours.
Sweetens every thought I have,
And glazes all my chores.  

I wish I knew why the tiny flowers,
That beneath my window bloom.
Intoxicate me when I peek out,
And inhale their divine perfume.

There is a canopy of pure blue,
Stretched taut above my head.
And hues that flourish in multitude,
Of blues and greens and red.

What Artist uses a palette so?
With no seeming regard for rules.
And yet in His canvases presents,
An exhibition of stunning jewels.

As evening sets upon the world,
The autumn of the day.
Folding its summer in warm arms,
And for its winter, paving way.

As nightfall sweeps its vast, dark cloak,
Across the endless skies.
And stars begin to shyly peek,
Like girls with shining eyes.

I look up and marvel at the sight,
Of this delicate, glittering spray.
More beautiful than a bride bedecked,
Upon her wedding day.

“What's wrong with me?" I ask myself,
As a giggle, my throat licks.
And then I laugh and laugh some more
Because it finally clicks.

What do you say to a person who has,
A heart so filled it could burst?
With something that not only feeds,
Hunger, but also quenches thirst.

What do you say to eyes that see,
But only one thing perceive?
A thread of perfect, pure Noor,
That through everything does weave.

What do you say to ears that hear,
Just one Name, over and over?
To fingers that reach out to touch,
And feel a Presence hover?

You say what any sane person would,
 “Girl, it's most definitely decided".
“You're well and truly lost to us",
“It's by your heart you're guided."

And I, in turn, will smile and wink,
And say, “I will not bunk"
Or dare protest your guess on what
“It is that makes me drunk"

What else explains why I see My Lord,
In the seas and the heavens above.
And in every thing between, except
That with Him, I have finally fallen in Love!