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“A poet breathes through visions crowned in flame,

And treads through realms no mortal dares to name.

His thoughts feast richly on dream’s crimson tide,

Where royal roses in immortal splendour hide.

Like scarlet kings enthroned at break of dawn,

Their velvet flames through winds of heaven are drawn.

Each petal holds a universe untold,

A scripture writ in rubies, fire, and gold.

He drinks from skies where timeless thunders rise,

And folds eternity within his eyes.

From dust he builds great kingdoms for the soul,

Where shattered stars return again made whole.

While common men see ashes, stone, and sea,

The poet sees what was and yet shall be.

For in his breast creation’s tempests burn—

And through his song the stars themselves return.”

Shall I kiss the lips of the blazing sun,

Or tease the glowing cheeks of the moon?

Shall I hug the clouds as they laugh and run,

Or chase the wind in its fleeting tune?

“O’ companion of my path, O’ witness of my solitude,

O’ confidant of my heart’s quiet interlude,

The keeper of my secrets, the mirror of my soul,

The flame that lights my darkness, the piece that makes me whole.

Walk with me through tempests, through dawns yet undefined,

Be the cadence to my footsteps, the anchor of my mind;

For every road is hollow where thy presence is not near,

And every rising morning feels empty without thee here.

Be not a fleeting shadow that time may sweep away,

But the substance of my being, my night transformed to day;

I am but a question, unfinished, still in part,

Thou art the final answer engraved upon my heart.

If life itself be music, then thou art every line,

The reason and the rhythm, the pulse of the divine;

Without thee all is silence, a verse forever torn,

With thee, the world becomes a dawn, eternal and reborn.” - Jamil Hussain

“At the gates of your longing I shall descend like a celestial dream,

vaulting the walls of fate where mortal hopes grow and glow;

where courage dances in silence and the stars gleam—

I shall rise as love’s immortal wind, throne of every dream.” - Jamil Hussain

Awake, O’ heart, with zest aflame,

Let zeal arise and call thy name!

Unfurl thy wings, defy the night,

Let passion roar, let courage fight!

The world bows down where fires reveal

The boundless power of zest and zeal!

“Then God sent a sip of solitude, in silent grace and a dash of hue,

Colours that made the broken whole and gave the seeking heart its due.

The birds then sang in sacred peace—from darkness of night to glowing release.” — Jamil Hussain

“A frenzy stirs within the realm of the Beloved,

Where every glance sets all creation moved.

The goblets overflow, yet thirst finds delight,

For in Thy presence, soul and spirit unite.

Laughter and sighs weave a sacred spun thread,

Each heartbeat drunk with the love that Thou spread.

No shadow may linger, no sorrow remain,

Only Thy fire, like sun after rain.

The cups may be empty, yet spirits ascend,

Drunk on Thy nectar that knows no end.

Every breath is a prayer, each pulse a flame,

In Thy embrace, I am lost to my name.

O’ Beloved, let this revel endure,

In Thy holy realm, all hearts find their cure.

Let ecstasy pour like rivers divine,

Till every spark of being is wholly Thine.” - Jamil Hussain

“O’ rose, my companion, my shared vision and fire,

O’ echo of my soul, whose presence wakes desire; Through nights redolent, through skies of boundless hue,

Your pure scent shines eternal, steadfast, and true.

In every heart, may your heavenly fragrance rise,

A light that pierces shadows, lifting all disguise;

Not fleeting passion, nor mortal art confined,

But the radiant union of the soul, the voice, the mind.

By your gentle bloom, the world is bathed in light,

You turn despair to hope and sorrow into sight;

Each sigh, each whisper, each silent prayer we miss,

Becomes a river flowing with celestial bliss.

O’ rose, companion of my vision and my song,

Through seasons of trial, through right and grievous wrong;

You speak without words, yet every truth is known,

A mirror of the soul, a seed divinely sown.

Through storms of life, through shadows that oppress,

Your fragrance lifts me higher, bringing calm and bless;

The path of love, of wisdom, and of purpose and flame,

Is walked beside you, giving joy to your name.

By your quiet bloom, may life and love ascend,

My companion, my echo, my journey without end;

A timeless fire, a pulse that never dies,

A union of all breath, all voice, all skies.” - Jamil Hussain

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“What is my worth? A fleeting breath I hold,

A borrowed spark, returned to time’s enfold.

What is my station? Dust upon the air,

A vanishing trace, a whisper unaware.

I came unbidden, and I leave unnamed,

Yet through my passing, something bright is claimed.

The crown may crumble, thrones to earth descend,

Yet in my breast the pulse of stars won’t end.

I rise as nothing, yet within me reigns

A will that shatters loss and breaks its chains.

Each fall instructs me: strive, ascend, aspire,

Each limit bends before the soul’s desire.

O’ Time, you count me grain by fleeting grain,

Yet I measure you in meaning, not in vain.

If I am dust, it dreams of fire untamed,

A spark that turns the meek and small acclaimed.

If I must fade, let fading be my flight,

A rising ember cast against the night.

For worth lies not in staying, nor in place,

But in the courage to embrace the chase.

I vanish, yes—but not before I see

How dust may speak to stars eternally.” - Jamil Hussain

Love planted a rose, divine and fair,

And all existence burst with colours rare.

The world did bloom in radiance bright,

Its fragrance kissed both day and night.

Each soul did drink the shining stream,

And shadows fled, as from a dream.

The winds did whisper secrets fleet,

Where heaven and earth in rapture meet.

Petals of wonder, like stars, descend,

Perfuming silence where all spirits blend.

Time bowed before this rose’s reign,

And hearts did sing, released from pain.

O’ seeker, gaze upon the rose so rare,

Where love and eternity mingle in the air.

O’ Thou who dwellest in the heart and givest life to all,

The souls rejoice and rise whenever Thy call

Touches each silent thing, each hidden, still domain,

And spirits bloom, while the wondrous garden shines again. - Jamil Hussain

“O’ joy of my heart, O’ tender dawn of morning light—

Your radiance floods my breast, and shines supremely bright.

My pride and my glory, I behold You in divine display—

For honour itself wears the robe of Your luminous ray.

My passion sparkles between ember and celestial blue,

Your sovereign fire awakens the world, unending and true.

My sweetness, my refuge, my truest retreat,

Even sorrow softens when Your whisper I meet.

My heart, once a wanderer across boundless skies,

Has found its harbour, its haven, its home, in Your eyes.

Let this truth rise where the ancient winds have blown—

My joy, my pride, my glory… is You alone.” - Jamil Hussain

“Passion has seized hold of the reins of my heart, so wherever I turn my gaze, passion is facing me.’’ ― Ibn ‘Arabî

“Before this fleeting age departs—

O’ let it blaze with joy in all my parts; let me arise anew.

Lift me toward the summit of Your grace,

O’ Cup-bearer, for Your path alone I’d give the world its due.

This wine is love’s eternal fire—O’ pour for me,

Twice fill the cup, O’ bearer of the soul’s decree:

One draught for the bloom of your rose-lit face,

The next for the Lord whose Name grants every grace.

May this poor heart, so restless in its quest,

At last be freed, fulfilled, and blessed—

To soar beyond the self, to all that is true.” - Jamil Hussain

“Your eyes are like luminous lamps of peace.” ― Jamil Hussain

‘’Your light,

Lights the world.’’ ― Rumi

“In the eye of the red rose,

sacred love quietly glows.”

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