Ur sis in Islam
12-09-08, 12:14 AM
If only you see what I see.
The beauty and beyond which is surrounding me,
The daunting buzz of that humble bumble bee,
A creation so exquisite, yet with a sting so sly,
Validating our senses and bringing us to reality,
Knowing that each creation holds this trait,
Which we surely cannot deny,
Leading us to question, why?
If only you see what I see,
My eyes wide open, trying to accept every token,
The silent whisper of the sun,
Sunrise, Sunset its duty is done,
The water which comes from the skies above, with tenderness and love.
The blessings in disguise, we moan and groan,
Not knowing without this water, how will we survive?
If only you see what I see,
The star at night glistening so bright, blurring my sight,
I went out for a walk last night, too see these beautiful stars and of course to see mars.
All I could think about was Allah swt beautiful creations, there truly countless,
We can’t even begin to imagine, we truly turn soundless,
It seems like were living a dream which seems to be real,
Living life with such an appeal,
Living life with such an appeal, wanting each lavish meal, day after day,
Not contemplating about what we will say to our one and only,
Were living this life, thinking were all holy,
If only you see what I see,
This person looking back at me,
Staring so profoundly,
Who is this person?
Someone I don’t want to be,
Someone who wants to be free,
Free from sin, Free from sorrow, Free from pain,
Knowing from this that there is surely no gain,
Feeling so empty,
Not knowing her blessings are plenty,
Her heart aches, a tear rolls down her cheek,
Wondering why has she become so weak.
She has a disease which came upon her with ease,
Through whispers she became deaf, dumb and blind,
Finding it hard to comprehend in her mind,
How did she get to this stage?
After she knew it would be written down on her page,
It’s written, the pages are dry, but she begins to try,
Tries to plea to her Lord,
Asking to cut this pain with a sword,
The pain of remorse, the pain of guilt,
Knowing on that day everything will be spilt.
So do you see what I see?
With ease or difficulty?
Or do you see right through my simplicity?
The beauty and beyond which is surrounding me,
The daunting buzz of that humble bumble bee,
A creation so exquisite, yet with a sting so sly,
Validating our senses and bringing us to reality,
Knowing that each creation holds this trait,
Which we surely cannot deny,
Leading us to question, why?
If only you see what I see,
My eyes wide open, trying to accept every token,
The silent whisper of the sun,
Sunrise, Sunset its duty is done,
The water which comes from the skies above, with tenderness and love.
The blessings in disguise, we moan and groan,
Not knowing without this water, how will we survive?
If only you see what I see,
The star at night glistening so bright, blurring my sight,
I went out for a walk last night, too see these beautiful stars and of course to see mars.
All I could think about was Allah swt beautiful creations, there truly countless,
We can’t even begin to imagine, we truly turn soundless,
It seems like were living a dream which seems to be real,
Living life with such an appeal,
Living life with such an appeal, wanting each lavish meal, day after day,
Not contemplating about what we will say to our one and only,
Were living this life, thinking were all holy,
If only you see what I see,
This person looking back at me,
Staring so profoundly,
Who is this person?
Someone I don’t want to be,
Someone who wants to be free,
Free from sin, Free from sorrow, Free from pain,
Knowing from this that there is surely no gain,
Feeling so empty,
Not knowing her blessings are plenty,
Her heart aches, a tear rolls down her cheek,
Wondering why has she become so weak.
She has a disease which came upon her with ease,
Through whispers she became deaf, dumb and blind,
Finding it hard to comprehend in her mind,
How did she get to this stage?
After she knew it would be written down on her page,
It’s written, the pages are dry, but she begins to try,
Tries to plea to her Lord,
Asking to cut this pain with a sword,
The pain of remorse, the pain of guilt,
Knowing on that day everything will be spilt.
So do you see what I see?
With ease or difficulty?
Or do you see right through my simplicity?