which pollution of minds is inevitable
Mere intelligence can't traverse, towards truth, the journey
Wings of faith are granted to set humans free
Then the influenced individuals are brought on one platform
Without unity and discipline, failure is the norm
Then the leader imparts a special training to his people
So that the impact of anti-Islamic efforts is feeble
This most vital step is known as spiritual purification
the religious counterpart of West's self-actualization
Followers are transformed so that they reach the level of servitude
Divine light is poured into their hearts granting them fortitude
Since, at this stage, the number of adherents of Truth is only few
They adopt passive resistance to the opposition they're put through
This attitude in contrast to the enemy's cruelty
earns the sympathy of the silent majority
Thus, slowly and gradually, the number of supporters increase in number
Active resistance without violence wakes the common man from slumber
Initially, civil disobedience is encouraged without fighting
But the time arrives to overthrow the ones, ruling
A direct physical confrontation between the two is manifested
Courage and integrity of revolutionaries are tested
Now there should be no obstacles in implementing the word of God
Be it armed conflict, military struggle or through the sword
If ideology is powerful, it can't be confined within a country
If based on reality, it will transcend geographical boundary
This is the supreme technique of the dervish known as Muhammad
If not applied, the Ummah will remain just a puddle of mud!
The Godless Delusion
Be not baffled by the prevalence of many a smiling face
It is the perfect mask for the sorrow of human race
How can a pain that is of a spiritual nature
be erased by indulgence in a physical venture?
The tragedy of man is that he has mistaken
momentary pleasure with real satisfaction
How can a mind full of falsity be at ease?
How can a blemished heart be at peace?
So much has been said on the concept of consciousness
Yet modern thought is devoid of intellectual finesse
Microscopic exploration of matter is the obsession
As if the spirit is in a state of recession
Is the quest for quenching never-ending curiosity
possible without comprehending ultimate reality?
These so-called sages claim to be path-seekers
Yet time unveils them as truth's disbelievers
Laborious learning of facts yields just information
But mystics gain special knowledge through intuition
Genuine bliss is indeed a very rare phenomenon
It's the fruit of intense self-transformation
Contemporary standards of success are ego-boosters
Endless inner voids turn us into imposters
How can ignorance to the self's need
give birth to a truly amazing deed?
When the soul is disconnected from its origin
Contentment is merely a theoretical description
Only once, I have experienced that ecstasy
that Sufis manage to possess perpetually
I can never deny that divine force
that links us to our actual source
As long as pure religion is deemed as life's rival
Pursuit of happiness will remain a viscous cycle!
The Unnamed Lyrics
Till the esoteric dimension isn't understood
one will remain deprived of servanthood
Till the veils are not lifted
one is ignorant no matter how gifted
Till the Listener is not flattered
one's prayers are not answered
Till one doesn't feel a Divine Presence
one's religiosity is devoid of essence
Till all the faults, one doesn't admit
one's worship is a body without spirit
Till all doors aren't knocked
one's ascent is blocked
Till the thorns aren't felt like roses
one cannot claim to experience gnosis
Till intellect is not negated
one's humility is over-rated
Till logic isn't unseated
one's faith isn't completed
Till pride isn't spilled from above
one's heart isn't filled with love
Till the path is travelled without a master
one cannot be labelled as a traveller
Till one's worth is reckoned significant
one's progress will stay stagnant
Till other's aren't seen as superior
one is denied freedom from anger
Till one's own caliber is the reliance
one isn't granted the trait of silence
Till there is no shattering of ego
one's passions, one can't forego
Till the higher consciousness isn't awakened
one's self is a symbol of being decadent
Till one is deaf to the beat of this world's drum
one continues to be endowed with pearls of wisdom!
On 14th August
Beloved Pakistan, Happy Birthday
For you, I should've written an essay
But I would prefer to pay
a small tribute in a lyrical way
So many talents, you've managed to display
You're gifted with bounties not to decay
In crisis, don't let your resolve sway
Your image, the media tries to slay
You're beautiful no matter what others portray
To your accolades, blind are they
On your ground, as I lay
I feel your fragrance's spray
With sheer