Let’s Go To Nizamuddin

I ask for ease from my maker

“Let it rise like dough does for the baker

Lord-please!

Let love gush like a geyser that bleeds”

I hear an Angel inside of me who pleads

“Perhaps love's juice isn’t meant to be squeezed

There’s an abundance of fragility still left to appease,

For now,

Let it drip like morning dew from the branches of trees

Unravel the future as an ancient scroll of prosperous deeds”

Charming sunrise, this fragrant breeze

Brings out the best of the birds and the bees

Nourishing human souls, animals, even the leaves

This Moon is in Cancer

Mighty feminine lancer

My heart’s daily dancer

One of his favourite songs

Brings out love in throngs

Beginning with “Ya Nizamuddin Auliya”

Are you aware, the depths of his duah?

“Hai Hai Abbu, ye kya huwa?”

The way her hair glistens with a bit of pani

Each bundle of strands tell their own kahani

So fine - so devastatingly divine

The grandson of Hasan’s heart skips, falling over the line

His love crosses space and the chasms of time

I can’t complain or wine

In my heart she’s only God’s, not mine

Who gives a damn of this dimension or rhyme

Sing the lords praises and opine

Maybe one day, maybe one time

Is dreaming like this a crime?

Hindsight is 20-20 

Her foresight is plenty 

Why is she so special, ah wouldn’t you like to know?

Ask in the last third of the night when the bestower comes down low

See what God placed within her that she keeps under wraps from herself

That she keeps under dusted piles on her ancestors shelf

Her true power is a sacred potential beyond your wildest imagination…

For now…

A blessing of a creation, making me wonder Lord!?

Just how?!

The light is blinding but it draws me closer

It’s burning causes illumination

Beyond all earthly rumination

Causing either transcendence and manifestation

Or utter desolation

Such is the paradox of beautiful creation

Simultaneously I pick my poison, foolishly and wisely

Whilst praying to Allah-begging for him to guide me

It’s from الله