The Veiled Sentience

The Second Death


Birth is an entrance into an exit
For some long and trying
For others still a desolate pit
For they follow their hearts lying

The heart nods to the whims of the mind
Immersed in the contentment of self
Lost in sight the heart soon turns blind
Into the path of misery they delve

All the gifts for which they strive
Nothing comes with absolute certainty
But for that one thing that is certain in life
No preparation is sought inadvertently

Hapless are those who die once
The Truth cloaked within their own breath
Upon Him the heart needs just one glance
For it to seek earnestly the second death

Hamid
16 January 2009
1506H

The full splendor of the young crescent
Is lucid to the eyes of the beholder
The pristine white like a redolent scent
Caressing the heart leaving it to bewilder

Like a toddler growing in age
The crescent evolves into a stunning beauty
Majestic in sight with a mocking presage
Leaves man in wonder of God’s bounty

Glowing like a pearl in the sea
Inciting a smile on the faces of all
Cooling on the eyes that turn to see
To a playing kid the most beautiful ball

For all its magnificent boon
Few have the sight to let the mind run
To ponder that the beauty of the moon
Lies within the luminance of the sun

Hamid
04 January 2009
1411H