What It Whispers.

demarcate.

I am not in the haze. 

A denial; demarked so clearly, 

I am not one of them, 

A denial declared so profoundly. 

I am of the nobility, 

A statement spoken perhaps 

too soon. 

All along, none knew that the devil himself 

had been eyeing, 

all along we didn't know that our self

too had a mind of its own. 

How can the hands be tied up 

how can the eyes not be blinded 

how can the legs be halted 

how can the mouth not utter

when sparks of desire to do 

to disobey, to listen to the musings 

of the part of you is ignored? 

Why speak when your veins are popping due to anger? 

Why look when your eyes are not meant to see it? 

Why search when your legs are not meant to wander there? 

When the faith in Him is low, 

When life seems meaningless, 

When we drown in the haze, 

Denial, declaration and statements of purity won't help. 

It never did. 

Guilt eats us alive, 

to love oneself becomes a thing out of question, 

when the God whom we love had been disobeyed by our own self.

But didn't He tell us He is the Most Merciful? 

Don't we know that a sin that would bring us closer to Him 

is better than a blessing that takes us away from Him? 

Perhaps, our hearts are covered with the murky blanket, 

Perhaps the blackness of a sin is clogging it, 

But there is hope for you and me. 

There is hope in the tears you shed when you place your forehead on the ground, 

There is hope in the smile that your lips forms every now and then, 

There is hope in the Verses, 

and there is always hope in His Mercy. 

We sin, we would change, 

but no matter what, nobility isn't a trait guaranteed, 

rather a renewable entity that must be brushed with the purest of scents. 

Every sinner has a future, and there is no saint. 

Because good sins too, perhaps in a lighter manner, 

And their souls are meant to soar higher, 

And yours will too with the Will of Him, 

but you need to endure with might, 

for your world and provisions are nothing like another's, 

you are the better or the worse version of yourself, 

and none else. 

It might hurt, it might drown you,

 shame upon you, would scream your soul, 

But there is hope. Always. 

No matter how far you've gone, 

No matter how dark the world seems to be, 

No matter how dead your heart is, 

Let your eyes rain down the guilt, 

Let the tears wash away the dirt, 

Doesn't matter if the saints are reigning, 

if millions are running towards nobility, 

this world of yours was built for you, 

so sail through the whispers of the evil,

through pain and hardships, 

it is never easy, 

but it is not impossible either. He is always there, 

Looking at your heart and intentions, 

and not the perceptions. 

Let it go. Find freedom now. 

Never too late. Love Him and love you.