Time shall end,
The ticking shall stop,
The tastes shall be numb,
The throat shall be finally shut,
The eyes shall see a different world,
Your life will be different,
The feelings which ruled You,
With all it's might shall fade away,
The wealth you stored,
Will definitely be nothing but papers,
Papers which shall bring you down or lift you high,
Your family whom you held so closely,
Will move on and fill the scoop you were once fixed in,
You live to die,
You breathe to cease,
You cry to laugh at the end,
You feel that piercing pain just for your creator's mighty heal,
It pains to be a deep human,
The pain travels and rests in your entire being,
But your creator placed patience in You,
He implanted it in the roots of your soul,
Wake up,water it and observe it grow,
For one day what you grow shall be your abode,
Just exhale and ponder over the perfection,
The perfection mastered by your most merciful,
It's a blessing to be tested,
It's a blessing to cry,
It's a blessing to wait for Allah's promise,
Instill the hereafter in You,
Plunge deep and see where your Lord is taking you,
You shall reach It,
You shall feel the pure happiness,
Feelings to be gone through in this fake world,
Happiness which gives you wings,
Or sadness tearing your hopes,
It shall surely face an end,
For nothing placed on the earth was meant to be eternal,
Not even this huge earth,
The earth which listened to the unsaid stories,
The earth which covered all the bodies,
Rejoice and relax,oh souls!
Dance above the scars you hid,
Smile over the tears you shed,
Fix your own crown,
Because in the end what awaits for you is indeed great,
For you lived under Allah,
He shall judge for You,
Strive in the darkness,
Smash in the daylight,
Throw away your fears,
Just live for the most Exalted,
Every soul's breathing will one day stop,
Every eye's sight will one day be plain black,
But rejoice and breath happily,
For the hearts will now be finally tasting justice,
The hearts which were trampled and mashed,
Not by the strangers,
But by those meant to cage it with happiness,
Let it sink deep in you,
You're not here to abide in eternity,
For even the angel who takes out the lives,
Prepares to taste his own goblet of death.
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Lost Gems
PoetryWhen our tongues are tied and are incapable of forming words, writing fills all the empty spaces. When heart gets heavy and you have difficulty in living, inking down your thoughts and working deep into it will reveal you the lost gems of life.. L...
