Awareness

Ambreen Ahsan

Islam was a vehicle

to reach and love God

Muslims made it a pinnacle

and the vehicle became God

 

Yes, religion can be spiritual

raising you above yourself

Like pain can be instrumental

Crushing you below yourself

 

Like love can be psychotic

pushing you besides yourself

Like beauty can be hypnotic

pulling you beyond yourself

 

Above , below ,beside, beyond,

Whatever route to reach that ground

So clean, so pristine, so unbound

Where awareness in all its glory dawn.

                                                         Alara

 

 

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Ascent

Ambreen Ahsan

Cold air chills the metal in my spine

My head feels heavy, trying to align

Exhausted from yesterday and tomorrow

Adamant to spend ‘now’ without sorrow

 

I turn on the car keys, BBC blasts on

Obama or McCain, finance going down

Switch to a love song very intense

The lover’s craze, his desire immense

 

I think of You; my craze, my desire

every word of the song taking me higher

I see your beauty in the grace of the sky

I see Your birds seeming to say Hi

Driving heedlessly, oblivious of Route 80

singing to my God, crying in my gaiety

By the time Passaic arrive, a rebirth

Fatigue washed in tears, pain in mirth.

 

It maybe said that I drove to work

Only I Know that I ascended to work. 

                                                             Alara

 

 

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Abyss

Ambreen Ahsan

 

 

I think that YOU,  the giver of my life

Perhaps want to strip me of every illusion

I, the beggar has nothing to beg

I, the achiever has nothing to achieve

I, the fighter has nothing to fight

I, the seducer has no one to seduce

I, the knower knows nothing now

I, the shopper has nothing to shop

I , the lover feels no love

 

Now that You don’t shine through my lover

Where do I find the fountain of your love

all that is left of me is a vaccuum

That seeks and seeks and seeks 

groping for that light that speaks.

 

I sow a seed of faith in my abyss

and just maybe one day

your love will grow out of it

and fill it to the brim

Till then I have nothing but eyes

for this vacuum

This is where my love will blossom.

                                                     Alara

 

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