In the darkest hour of the night

My eyes refuse to bow down
To the demand of my sleepy body
Staring the dusty white ceiling
My gaze seems entrapped in the cobweb
That left bedecking the corner of my room
I feel myself drowning

Sinking In the unseen oceanic
Created by not a soul except mine
Drowning in the dark world
Parted away from my Lord
Regrettably, it was me
Who builds the barrier
It was my foot
That sauntered away from Him
I feel empty
Amid the richness of my affluence
I have been forgetting
The path that I used to walk in
As if I’m not my old self
I miss Him
I miss the moment
When my forehead touches
The cold marble ground of my chamber
I miss the time
When my fingers wiping off

The watery eyes of mine
In the midst of nocturnal
Reminiscing my past days
Being the cliché version of me

Forgetful and oblivious

Of the order of my Lord
And my heart is aching
Seems like dying

O my Lord

Hear me please
Guide me please
Strengthen me please

I’m in need of you

While you are free of any need
Forgive me
My soul yearns to be called

The “Reassured Soul”

With the leverage of
Entering into Your Jannah
In the company of the Blessed one.


Abdul Hakim, KL.