NEEMAS POEMS

Started as a mass of flesh with a resting conscience, Slowly unveiling each levels of consciousness along the time, Merging with the environment and the fellow beings, Learning throughout the process the book called life. Early days amuse around the childish wonders, Eagerness to learn and making attempts to connect with the system, Slipping to teenage days of books and adventure, Your wilderness evokes your energy to see your own flame. Pursuing along that flicker of light with a constant gaze, You will forget the crowd and start your own peace, Pace it forth, there is a forging union of ectasy waiting Between your soul and the soul of the universe. At times life will turn out to be a lonely art, Of solitude and calmness that heals the heart, Patience and forgiveness sort out your broken pieces, and the path you are walking through is uniquely made for you. Be grateful for whatever your life has in store for you, All these happiness and sorrow together favours your journey, Without an

A pure primordial term to ponder, which dissipates itself in it's search, To reach us in a state of endless time and space, The essence of truth is not sweet and beautiful, As a human was made to believe in a pile of lies, But,when once you get a chance to encounter the truth, You realise why, it's important to live with an open mind, To change yourself to a humble space, Learn to be patient instead of your usual counter responses, Forgive yourself and others at the time of err, and understand people at all level's of consciousness, To being kind and service to them, Because the only thing that remains even after endless time is the truth, You neither can sophisticate it nor can change it, and it will still rise above like the sun. ©️2021Neemamol

  This pain made me to write, with no one around my sight, As lonely as a butterfly on the wall, I started to accompany the silence as my pal. Don't want to concentrate on my worthlessness, because I crumble and break in nothingness, Wandered and lost in an unknown land, Still dreaming of a magical wand. When my every dreams went in vain, there is nothing to hold on to, than a heart with pain, And I observe and talk with my mistakes, On the way down, I learned what the heart should take. Someone whispered change your pain to power, and valuate your life in every hour, and never forget from where you started, Remember someone loves you besides all these hatred. Thus, I learned to live with every pain abandoned, To trust my heart in every hopeless situation, and love the world to bring forth the rays of happiness, Because all I was unfolding and conquering is a mysterious pain. ©️Neemamol 2021

Million times you guided my heart, but I was lost in the wordly life, Repeated my mistakes again and again, And everytime you were there to protect me from my fall. You blessed me even before I was born, and you loved me more than I deserve You gave me everything better than what I wanted, then I believe it was my greedy humanly side that made me ungrateful to you I was a fool who never believed your words, I played odd in front of your truth, Now I am afraid thinking of what I used to do, For my heart will be never able to bear your anger. So I am begging to you for your mercy and forgiveness, I know you are the most merciful and forgiving lord, Guiding and pushing me to  the path of righteousness, O Allah, fill my heart with your love and remembrance, and strengthen my limbs to prostrate only you, and make me and my family among the people who see the glory of your face in Jannah. ©️2021Neemamol

  Butterflies,flowers, grapes and leaves dancing in the rhythm of air, Those badminton rackets hung in the corner, older than me, still remain as new And my scribblings and quotes that mama complains, outshine in their brilliant colours in the wall. My clock's tickings and fan's humming helps me with white noise, when I study Through the open window, I could see, the lights of a distant home In the table lay the candles, ink bottle, and all sort of things from needle to scissors find their place peacely. Books remain as an unavoidable component, The more I avoid them, the more they occupies the space, Millions and billions of words, dazzling like stars over the roof, And I enjoy the aroma of these constant companions. Imprints of my hand with the name of the Creator in its heart, And the outline of my shadow, make my room stupid in some swiftly thoughts, But I believe they will hold me there in the vastness of time. And my bed , it's cozzy blankets and my pillow, comforting

TO THE MOST MERCIFUL, MOST FORGIVING ALLAH I have not known me, till I didn't know you, I have not known love, till I felt your love weighs more than a mother's love, I have not known wisdom, till you chosen me to seek your light I have not known power, till I understood how helpless man is without your mighty strength. I have not known truth, till you guided me to read your words I have not known peace, till you gave me willpower to obey your words I have not known forgiveness, till I understood how merciful you are with me, I have not known success, till you shown me the right path to follow. I have not known hope, till I realised your belief and expectations of us I have not known kindness, till I understood your blessings are countless. I have not known patience, till I know your greater reward for being patient, I have not known my purpose in life, till I became your grateful servant. ©️Neemamol2021