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Hope in the Darkest Hour

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It is your time, my friend – your darkest hour;

seemingly the end, joys and sorrows at par

All seems lost; and all seems dour;

all appears grey; and smiles are all sour

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You sitting by that grave; yes you – the old hag,

appearing to be brave, holding onto your old bag

Why do you sob and why do you weep?

Was it your son, whom you loved so deep?

Please, do not cry; wipe off all these tears; 

he is not gone; pray hush all your fears

Look into your heart; you will find him there;

he is but a memory; with a face so fair

It is your time, my friend – your darkest hour;

seemingly the end, joys and sorrows at par

All seems lost; and all seems dour;

all appears grey; and smiles are all sour

You holding a broken toy; yes you – the poor boy,

crying your heart out, you have lost all joy

Why do you sob and why do you weep?

Was it a treasure, you intended to keep?

Please, do not cry; do not be cross; 

it is but the first step on the stairway to loss

More toys will come, each precious and dear;

happiness and wonder, each new year

It is your time, my friend – your darkest hour;

seemingly the end, joys and sorrows at par

All seems lost; and all seems dour;

all appears grey; and smiles are all sour

You, lost in your reverie; yes you – the old man; 

all sick and tired, separated from your clan

Why are you sad and why are you so glum?

Do you feel bad on what you have become?

Please, do not be sad; do not detest yourself; 

it is but the destiny, life always solves itself

Your life was but a chapter, in the grand book of life;

your soul was but a traveler, playing the merry fife

It is your time, my friend – your darkest hour;

seemingly the end, joys and sorrows at par

All seems lost; and all seems dour;

all appears grey; and smiles are all sour

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آؤ ہم خود کو خود ہی ڈھونڈتے ہیں

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آؤ ہم خود کو خود ہی ڈھونڈتے ہیں

وہ محبت جو کبھی کی تو بڑے شوق سے تھی

وہ محبت جو نامکمل تھی، نامکمل ہی تمام ہوئی

وہ چاہت کہ جس کی روشنی کبھی شام کی رونق تھی

وہ چاہت جو نا کبھی میری، نا کبھی تیری غلام ہوئی

وہ انا جو کبھی عشق کی دہلیز پر چکنا چور تھی 

وہ بے خودی جو نا عشق تھی نا کبھی عشق انجام ہوئی

وہ خون لفظ جن سے بنی زنگ خوردہ زنجیر تھی

وہ نظم جو ادھوری تھی، ادھوری ہی بدنام ہوئی

آؤ وہ پرانے خواب، اپنی صحرا آنکھوں میں  

خود ہی کھنگالتے ہیں، خود ہی سوچتے ہیں

آؤ ہم خود کو خود ہی ڈھونڈتے ہیں

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وہ بول جو سوچتے ہوئے، وقت ماضی کا فسانہ ہوا

وہ نغمے جو لکھے نا گئے، کبھی گنگنائے نا گئے

وہ جو سمندر کا نمک اتنی مشکل سے کشید ہوا

وہ اشک جو اندر ہی جذب کئے، کبھی بہائے نا گئے

وہ جو ہم آگ مانگ کر لائے تھے کوہ طور سے

وہ شعلے جو بھڑکنا تو دور، کبھی سلگائے نا گئے

وہ جو ستم تم روز نئے تراشتے تھے اپنے شوق سے

وہ ظلم جو چپ کر کے سہہ لئے کبھی سنائے نا گئے

آؤ اپنے سب پچھتاوے، اپنے زخم خوردہ ہاتھوں سے

خود ہی جانچتے ہیں، خود ہی گوندھتے ہیں

آؤ ہم خود کو خود ہی ڈھونڈتے ہیں

وہ جو ہم میں تم میں، سرے سے کبھی تھا ہی نہیں

وہ جو ایک خواب سا تھا، حقیقت سے بہت دور تھا وہ

وہ جو کچھ تھا، اس میں پیار تو کبھی تھا ہی نہیں

وہ جو ایک سراب سا تھا، چاند پر داغ ضرور تھا وہ

خیال کی ہر ساعت میں خیال تو کبھی تھا ہی نہیں

وہ جو ایک گرداب تھا، رقص خواہش ضرور تھا وہ

عشق حاصل میں، فرقت میں، یقین تو کبھی تھا ہی نہیں

وہ جو ایک باب تھا، زندگی کا آخری باب تھا وہ

آؤ پھر کیا ہوا؟ پھر کیوں ہوا؟ وہ سب سوال

خود ہی پوچھتے ہیں، خود ہی کھوجتے ہیں

آؤ ہم خود کو خود ہی ڈھونڈتے ہیں

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Mary and the Dark Mother

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⚠SUICIDE WARNING: “‘Come lay with the Dark Mother, her coldness is the warmth you seek’—a poem making visible how depression seduces as a loving voice offering peace through death.”

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Come and visit the Dark Mother, Mary,

she is the only one who truly loves you

Her pure wisdom has always been there,

to you and only you, she will always be true

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Come embrace the Dark Mother, Mary,

in her lap, you are going to find lasting peace

Her love will make you whole once again,

it will mend each crack, it will join each piece

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Come and bow to the Dark Mother, Mary,

and she will tell you, it’s useless to go on

Her hand caressing your tired and bent head,

and she will whisper, ‘there is no true dawn’

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Come seek the Dark Mother’s counsel, Mary,

and she will differentiate love from courtesy

Her logic is immaculate and unquestionable,

when she tells you love is not real, but a fallacy

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Come hear the Dark Mother’s prophecy, Mary,

when she tells you, ‘you are doomed forever’

But don’t lose hope, all may seem grey and dark,

her solutions are always simple, never clever

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Come and listen to the Dark Mother, Mary,

when she tells you, it is your time to sleep

Her words are the writing on the wall,

when she tells you not to cry and weep

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Come lay with the dark mother, Mary,

her coldness is the very warmth you seek

Surrender yourself and take the final step,

just forget that you were once a freak

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Come and follow the Dark Mother, Mary,

be assured, she always knows the right way

Bringing sanity to this damn circus of chaos,

she’s the peaceful night at the end of your day

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Come do what the dark mother says, Mary,

sleep is just a small, harmless bullet away

Just please cross the threshold, Mary,

salvation is only just a steel’s kiss away

Loss and Wisdom

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Loss isn’t tragedy—it’s the key, the doorway, the only path to wisdom; those who embrace it understand love, desire, God’s loneliness, and life itself.

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Loss is the key and loss is the doorway,

the doorway beyond which wisdom lies

Loss is the one path and loss is the only way,

the darkness beyond which light cries

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Loss is the memory of a terrible past,

broken pieces of the mirror called self

Pick up all the pieces, the first and the last,

Fingers will be cut, blood will ooze out itself

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Taste each drop of the oozing blood,

the taste will remind you of her mouth

The body and the secretly hidden bud,

her warmth, her freshness, and her couth

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Loss is how you understand love and desire,

the essence of lust and the furiously raging fire

Loss is how you see the world as a quagmire,

all the selfishness, being played on the lyre

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Loss is how you perceive the loneliness of God,

it is the only true legacy of the wise

Loss is understanding life and feeling all awed,

seek it, embrace it, until the day you rise

When you kiss Your Woman

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When you love your woman and trace her delicate soul within, it’s your own soul you discover—and when you break her heart, it’s your soul that’s forever lost.

A tender four-stanza poem exploring the sacred dimensions of intimate love through escalating stages: kissing reveals love requiring patience, touching reveals submission demanding service to her desire, loving reveals your own soul discovered within hers, and losing her reveals the ultimate cost—your soul forever lost when you break her fragile heart.

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When you kiss your woman,

and find her mouth so sweet;

it is love that you taste,

it must be patience and never haste

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When you touch your woman,

and find her throbbing surrender;

it is submission that you observe,

it is her desire that you must serve

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When you love your woman,

and trace her delicate soul within;

it is your own soul that you discover,

it is being loved, and you are the lover

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And when you lose your woman,

and break her fragile heart;

it is you who must pay the cost,

it is your own soul, which is forever lost