The Changing Seasons...

BismiAllahi AlRahman AlRaheem

The Changing Seasons
A contemplation
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The core of the eye is witnessing the history made in time.
The changes of the heart… I finally realized its cleverness.
It was my dream that we’d meet in a place called ‘mine’,
But the Composer had a better plan in mind…
Just tell me how the heart lives in a lost land.
This life is evolving into changing seasons,
But I’m stuck in a prison where the mind resides.
From the beginning of time, I was born into a wonder,
A worry of how it will all end.
Centuries ago remained the true values of love,
It longs for a meaning once more;
Through the nucleus of our hearts, it longs to be sheltered….

I am…who am I? Am I a lost star belonging to a farther constellation?
Or am I an autumn leaf that was abandoned by a tree?
I am the wind grazing through the soft green grass, leading to a direction...
Or will I be a strayed rain drop landing on a lost hand?
Who am I after the heart becomes sealed:
Particles scattered within an ocean’s tide.
Bottle me up so I can float away,
Land on midst a far away shore.
The nights brought me stars, formed into constellation…
It’s a scary thought I tell you!
How I wish to be blind, for I can never stop trying to read the stars.
I'm lost in their revelations….I dread my heart,
A core that’s buried 6 inches deep from within;
Always chased by the mind,
Tangling every emotion with mightier reasons.
A tangled web we are stuck in lost in between its beautiful weaves,
Wrapped around the colors of the horizon,
Waiting for the sun to rise.
Ah…the sun! Must we need a lamp to see the sun?
Its round and clear, circling our core,
Winding our memories, and we’re left dancing to the music its making.
On our tippy toes, lose our balance,
And now we are left hanging by a thin thread miles down into the darkness….
All the hands of the world seemed to disappear...
Planets moving far apart, I keep tumbling in midst void space.
Where art thou? Where did you go? Even your hands let go?
Passion is when the veins slowly start making rhythm,
From beat to words, rhyming with another's heart beats;
The soul rips through the dusty shell, and the shell crumbles at their feet.
The remaining dust remains floating with the air that submitted….
Once… the heart should be loved once,
Then forever scattered to be composed back in the heavens.

I am…who am I? A clock that’s ticking chimes,
A reminder every hour that passes by
That your words are forever lost?
Or am I the lost words that were riding to be said,
Waiting to be spoken.
I am the rhythm that a heart pulses to,
I am the trail that you left behind.
I am the very footsteps you wish to remain.
I am, but a wishful thought, waiting to be dreamt.
In need of a strong will to achieve. I am who I am…
A dark flag waved in a lost battle. Or so it seems…
When clouded by the dusty skies.
I am but an atom longing to be a molecule,
A soul waiting to be complete…A heart locked in a case.
A moon rising on a thirsty sky and never setting again…
I am the day where it will all end.
How I wish to be deaf,
for I can never stop hearing your heart.
I’m lost in its rhythm….
How I dread my dreams.
Long lost tangled in a fantasy….an illusion!
Where no rules bound my soul.
Who do we become after everything becomes constant?....
In Heaven?
Ah… Heaven: a destiny written with words
That are matching our footsteps.
I have yet to master the concept of heaven,
I keep losing my faith at the thought of you,
The reminder of death, the fear of hell!
Guide me back from my thought out theories,
Question my mind, and understand:
I have yet to master the concept of heaven, for I keep losing…

I am....who am I? Sirens serenading beautiful sonnets,
Entering through a window directed at your ear?
Speaking softly words of inspiration, inspired to tell others to never fear!
Closing in are the walls that are built around you, wish to be lifted by the wind
Coiled underneath you, taken up.....rising.... until you reach the stars.
From within, you blended in, another ray of light illuminating upon us all.
Once a lost star, now left fixated amongst the many jewels of heaven.
You made it to where you belong....to Heaven!
But I keep losing. Lost the grasp of reality and delved in danger.
I don’t blame anyone but my own faults.
I have been deemed to be a missing diamond,
Lost in between weak hands ...I have nothing to fear,
For my Beloved, my Allah, will hold my hand through my sufferings, from above...
I must be deafened for what I heard; I must be blinded for what I saw,
I must die for what I lived, and he, the Oft-Forgiver,
I pray for Him to turn all my faults into to dust.
If he loves, then he will remain holding my hand
Until I pass through the wild fires.
Gives me a breath when I'm drowning, and lifts me up when I'm falling,
Folded around my beloved’s arms, He will guide...
Ah....Strength. The will to compromise the weak thoughts.
Would you have lied to save the truth?
Would you have gave up your love, to sacrifice her heart?
Strength, in a matter of time, crumbles
At the feet of the beloved.
But one thing will hold you from falling from the sky
From loosing your spark and becoming lost:
Trust…Faith in the Highest, the Omniscient
Trust in him to lead you through your lost path,
To let you survive through the changing seasons
To come out stronger with a firm will…
A will to mastermind a path, a Taqwa:
Running through the thorns,
The thorns will never break through your skin…
And you will reach, a place of serenity,
With your beloved…a place of tranquility.
You will see…Just contemplate
On the lost words riding to be said, waiting to be spoken.
Follow the rhythm that your heart pulses to.

I am the trail that you left behind.
I am the very steps you wish to remain.
I am the Fall, Winter, Spring and Summer
A milky way composed with pieces of your heart.
I am the loudest scream that deafened your sanity
I am the very path in a lost land…I am who I am….
the changing seasons of your heart.

(its finally done)