Poetry

Fragrance of the Divine: Becoming Nothing to Taste the Beauty of Allah

I was chasing light in broken mirrors of desire,
until the world taught me—everything I held was dust in disguise.
And in the silence between my pride and my pain,
I heard a whisper not of the world, but beyond it.

“Indeed, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest.” (Qur’an 13:28)
Not in possession, not in praise, not in becoming seen—
but in becoming still enough to be found.

I tasted life in colours that faded too fast,
sweetness that turned bitter in the mouth of attachment,
until I learned: what is created cannot complete what is eternal.

So I bowed—not just my body, but my illusion of self,
and in that bowing, I began to rise.

“O mankind, you are in need of Allah.” (Qur’an 35:15)
Need—not weakness, but truth unveiled.
For only the empty vessel can be filled with the Ocean.

I became nothing, and in that nothingness
I was no longer weighed by ego, nor dressed in illusion.
Just a heart, bare and trembling,
finally open to the fragrance of the Real.

And then I understood:

Beauty is not what the eye collects,
but what the soul recognizes when it remembers its origin.
Love is not what the self grasps,
but what the heart receives when it lets go of everything else.

“He is the First and the Last, the Seen and the Unseen.” (Qur’an 57:3)
A truth so vast it humbles all definitions of self.

So I return—again and again—to nothing,
because only nothing can carry the weight of the Infinite.

I'm thinking about December.
My heart is set to it.

Something.... will happen in December

maybe a story begins,
maybe a story ends.
A life will start… or it won’t.
But if love is written,
two souls will meet
and finally dance.

We met as if fate had erred
In bringing us together for a single moment
Then it quickly corrected
Its mistake with separation
As if we were a beautiful possibility
That was not destined
To be fulfilled, leaving
In the heart a scar
That will neither heal nor be forgotten

“Saying a kind word at the right time is better than writing a poem after the feelings fade. Things that arrive late have no meaning like a sorry kiss on a dead forehead.”

By the morning sunlight

“ if being in love with you was a sentence,
Id want to be charged for life with no parole “

• -B.A.D.
  ( P.O. )

“ behind every closed window ,
We are all winners “

• -B.A.D.
  ( polar )

Never judge a book by it's cover. Give it some time until you can understand their vibe and see whether it matches yours or not. Just give it time.... don’t judge too quickly.

The door of absence wasn't made by a carpenter...

Rather, it was made by a woman from jasmine. She hammered a nail into the heart, and left.

Cause my heart belongs to you I carry your name in every quiet thought I find you in my breath and in my silence even when distance tries to speak louder I still choose you in every beat and every moment that feels like home within me always yours forever now.