The Split

The Split from Kabah

A sharp stab, a bleeding wound,

A gun shot or a slow throttle,

Nothing yet describes best

My pain in leaving you.

Being destined to confront you

Was nothing less than a blessing.

But this separation is draining out

The very soul from my self.

I cease to recall my existence

Preceeding my encounter with you.

Having lost touch for quite sometime now,

With my family, friends and work,

I wonder if I have whiled away life

Unattentive of You Lord!

I did not create either of you

Except to acknowledge Me!

Rabb said these words with so much depth

One should dive to know The truth!

The magnanimity of your countenance,

The serenity that you shower around,

The serendipity of your encounter

Ends in tears of submission and blissful charm.

An option to opt you out I had

For being tight on sustenance.

It's only now facing your black

Am speechlessly voiceless to brag,

Oh how fortunate my qadr!

What did I do to deserve!

Splitting from you Oh Kabah, in longing to return

To rediscover proof anew.

The Majestic Grandeur of the One

My Rabb, the Truest of true!

Written By Sumayah Siraj