Blissful Pain
Hafiz Muhammed Shaheer
Head of Islamic Education | Innovation & Technology I Curriculum, Learning
Me a Darwesh the lost,
Like the millions of broken pianos.
How many forbidden ears have broken its strings?
For listening to the thee-thy eternal music
Thee, those rosy lips of Paradise,
The unquenchable thirst of centuries.
The pleasure dripping wound,
The unheard melodies
The incomplete portrait
The narrow gap between the lips…
My darling..
come to me and be my breaths
Be my wings for my fancies
Let us make our nest on the blissful branches of our dream
where thousands of stars host us dearly..
But I am afraid still,
For these are just whims of a Darwesh
Me a Darwesh the lost..