A sense of spiritual Gratitude

A waking dream

Do I see

Or a vision did we share

Nonetheless!

The spirit

the unfaded soul,

Wandered shattered

Through the dusty

Piles of book.

Do you fathom

the language of the walls

once you enter

the gate of mercy,

silently uttering

the ripple of love, joy and compassion!!

A revealed connectedness .

As I unlocked

The memories

Behind the locked door

I saw Him

as a source of existence!

then suddenly,

A voice within me

Appeared to dance

the melancholy

Of a separated

Yet united jamat.

that got me kneel down

And whisper

Do you mind If in gratitude

I bow down

To your greater self

Dear Mawla!