In the garden where the earth’s soft sighs meet the sky’s eternal gaze,
Ladybirds, small as dreams, flutter through the tender haze.
Their wings, delicate as the soul’s first awakening,
Carry whispers from the Divine, silently, unshaken.

And butterflies, like thoughts that pass through the heart’s door,
Glide upon the winds, seeking the sacred shore.
Their wings, a tapestry of fleeting grace,
A reflection of the Light that guides our place.

O’ seeker, do you measure the Infinite by what your eyes behold?
Do you seek the Divine in the vast, the bright, the bold?
The Lord is found in the humblest of forms,
In the ladybird’s flight, in the butterfly’s storms.

What is size, if not an illusion born of the dust?
In every flutter, in every breath, there is trust.
For the Eternal is hidden in the smallest of things,
In the tiniest creature, the light that sings.

Look not for God in places far or high,
He is the flutter of wings, the tear in the eye.
He is in the moment, in the breath of the leaf,
In the fleeting joy, in the quiet grief.

In every ladybird, in every butterfly,
The Divine stirs and spreads its wings to fly.
O’ heart, know this—size means naught to the One,
For in the smallest breath, the Universe is spun.

So let the dance of the ladybird be your guide,
And the butterfly’s flight, your spirit’s stride.
For the Divine is not measured, not caught by the eye—
He is the breath of the soul, the wings that fly.

O ' T h o u
The   e x a l t e d   One
Surround  t h e e   w i t h  
Your   e v e r l a s t i n g
P   e   a   c   e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

By the rose’s touch, may love arise,  
A glowing light beneath soft skies.  
In every heart, may it remain,  
A timeless flame that knows no pain.

So let imagination fuel your soul,  
With visions of love that make you whole.  
But trust in the dreams that softly unfold,  
For there, true love’s secrets are told.

Within my breast, it calls, it sings,
Your love I desire, the joy it brings.
A hunger vast, a sacred fire,
Within my breast, your love I desire.

A
T r u e
M o m e n t  until
The beloved is to unveil
Thy face, and in an absolute
Silence, It’s  t o  become
The  s u p r e m e
G r a c e

O'
T o u c h i n g
Words    a n d    d e e p
Whispers will start thereafter
The beloved will become the
Only sunrise and sunset
W i t h i n    y o u r
Heart

✒ ℐamil Hussain

C h a l i c e
Lay empty and lost in thoughts I am

Such moments of sweet agony
And lost in thoughts I am

O’ Cup-bearer
A tiny inconvenience for  y o u  
Hold the ocean still as lost in thoughts I am

✒ ℐamil Hussain

The veil is now lifted, the truth shining bright,  
In the heart’s quiet ache, thou art my light.  

O' journey of love, both sorrow and grace,  
In seeking thy face, I find my true place.  

Through shadows I wander, through darkness I roam,  
Yet thy love is my compass, my heart is thy home.  

A flame doth arise, both gentle and fierce,  
In the depth of my soul, thy touch doth pierce.  

Each whisper of wind, each star in the sky,  
Speaks of thy presence, so near, yet so high.  

The river of time flows steady and wide,  
Yet thy love is eternal, my constant guide.  

O' eternal affection, both tender and bold,  
In thy sweet embrace, I am young, I am old.  

In every breath, in each soft sigh,  
Thy love is my anchor, my wings to fly.  

The veil is now gone, thy truth I behold,  
In thee, O' my love, all mysteries unfold.

Shall I praise the radiance of your eyes,
Where the divine light in shadows lies?
Or the royal, eternal grace you wear,
A pose that lifts the soul from despair?

Shall I speak of your cheeks, kissed by the dawn,
Where celestial sweetness is born and drawn?
Or your hair, glowing like stars in the night,
A river of light in which all hearts take flight?

What of those lips, delicate as the rose,
Where the heavens, in secret, repose?
Each whisper a prayer, a song of the Divine,
Where love and truth in silence align.

O' Beauty, you are but a veil so fine,
Revealing the Light, the One, the Divine.
In each fleeting glance, the Beloved's grace,
In every smile, I behold the sacred face.

If Thou dost reveal Thyself unto me,
What shall become of this soul, so wild, so free?
Shall it vanish like the mist before the dawn,
Or rise, reborn, to Thee—forever drawn?

Shall it burn in the light of Thy sacred flame,
And dissolve into Thee, free of worldly name?
Or shall it be lost in the shadow of its own will,
Bound to the earth, though Thy call be still?

In the unveiling of Thy infinite might,
Shall my heart be unraveled, or find its light?
Shall I, in Thy grace, be made whole again,
Or will I, a wanderer, return to the dust and pain?

O' Divine, in Thy presence so pure and vast,
Shall I transcend, or remain, tethered fast?
For the soul that seeks Thee is torn between
The self it was, and the self unseen.

In the echoes of the call of the Beloved,
Shall I soar, or shall I fall, unapproved?
If Thou dost reveal Thy truth to my heart,
Shall I be remade, or torn apart?

For in Thy wisdom, O' Eternal One,
The path is lit, but the end is undone.
Shall I know Thy light, or in shadows remain—
To merge with Thee, or live in vain?

M y
Heart opening
As the rose petals
Thou hast pouring
On it aroma of
Patience

✒ ℐamil Hussain

If You will, then I surrender all,
As rivers bow to the ocean's call.

One glance from You, my soul set free,
Like dawn that rises upon the sea.

Your command, the song my heart will sing,
A melody that soothes on silent wing.

If You wish, I would be made whole,
Bathed in the light that heals the soul.

Let me behold—oh, grant me sight,
A moment’s vision, a blaze of light.

For in that gaze, the veils will fall,
And love will answer every call.

One day we shall meet by the river’s quiet sweep,  
Where blooms, like secrets, in the garden sleep.  

On the right, the florist, her hands so soft with care,  
Tending to fragile lives that grace the air.  

To the left, the trees, so patient, dark, and wide,  
Their roots in silence, where the shadows hide.  

Their limbs, like whispers, reach toward the sky,  
As though they, too, have learned the art of sigh.  

Above us, the moon, pale, her glow so still,  
A quiet sentinel against the night’s cold chill.  

She watches, steady, as our hearts unfold,  
In the twilight hour where time turns gold.  

We shall meet when time, like rivers, winds,  
And silence speaks the language that the heart intends.  

Not in a rush, but in a soft, sweet flow,  
Where blooms, and trees, and stars bestow.  

The river hums a tune so deep,  
The flowers bow, the trees do keep.  

Their silent watch as we draw near,  
A meeting born of calm, sincere.

O’ You who veil Yourself in the folds of unseen light,
I am lost in Your absence, yet You are my sight.
The world is but a shadow of Your sacred name,
My heart a canvas for the brush of Your flame.

You have left, yet You are ever near,
A dance of yearning that I hold dear.
With every breath, You pierce my soul’s deep core,
Each beat calls Your name, and yet, I desire more.

Come forth, O’secret, hidden in the night,
Break through this silence, reveal Your might.
In the quiet chambers of my restless heart,
Let Your presence manifest, let our spirits never part.

In the void of separation, I find Your trace,
In every moment, I see Your face.
The veils that cover You are but illusions of time,
For You are beyond, an eternal rhyme.

Let Your love, like a river, flow through me,
In every drop, Your essence, I shall see.
O' manifestation of the Divine, the Beloved true,
All my seeking ends, for You are my view.

In my heart, let Your name be carved like the stars,
A beacon that leads through life’s fleeting scars.
In this journey of union, let there be no divide,
For You, O’ Beloved, are the truth inside.

Once a week, I touch your lips,  
A longing deep in tender sips.  
I stir your heart with quiet grace,  
A lover's breath, a soft embrace.  
  
In shadows where the dawn is born,  
I form in silence, calm and warm.  
Neither bitter, nor too sweet,  
But in my depths, our hearts shall meet.  
  
Like moonlit clouds, I rise, I fall,  
A fleeting dream that fills your soul.  
Each Saturday, I softly call,  
To wake the fire, to soothe it all.  
  
What am I, this fleeting bliss,  
A fragrant, frothy, whispered kiss?  
  
A love that lingers, never gone,  
In every cup, I carry on.

O’ Lord most high, whose hands dost shape the skies,  
Thou art the light where all our shadows lie.  
In thee, our hopes doth find their sacred rest,  
Thou know’st the yearnings of each trembling breast.  

Flourish, O’ Lord, her soul with endless grace,  
Her heart, a garden, let thy light embrace.  
Thou hast made her splendid, pure as dawn’s first gleam,  
Yet now, O’ Lord, fulfill her every dream.  

Bestow upon her, life’s sweet gentle flow,  
Take not her years, but let her spirit grow.  
With every breath, may joy within her rise,  
And let her gaze reflect thy endless skies.  

Bless her with beauty that outshines the sun,  
Forgive her faults, for they are all but done.  
Grant her, O’ Lord, a bounty rich and wide,  
Where grace and mercy forever shall abide.  

Give unto her the strength to walk the earth,  
To chase her dreams with ever-glistening mirth.  
Endow her with the wisdom to discern,  
So in her heart, thy eternal fire shall burn.  

Let not her hands be barren of desire,  
Give unto her the wealth her soul requires.  
For in her joy, thy love shall be confessed,  
Her gratitude, in praises, shall be blessed.  

And when this fleeting life has run its course,  
Grant her, O’ Lord, thy heavenly reward.  
In thy embrace, may she forever dwell,  
In thy light, where peace and joy do swell.  

O’ Lord, I offer thee these prayers sincere,  
Let not my tears and hopes be drowned in fear.  
Thou art the witness to all hearts that fall,  
And through thy grace, we rise and stand tall.  

For Thou, O’ Lord, art mighty, just, and true,  
In every breath, we turn our trust to You.  
The greatest helper, when the world is weak,  
In Thee alone, our solace we shall seek.

◈◈◈
O' Lord
Flourish her
With all the success
She is magnificent I
Must confess
◈
Give
Her long
And healthy life
Take my remaining years
And let forever her
Thrive
◈
O' Lord
Bless her with
More charms and beauty
Forgive her actions and
Grant her a
Bounty
◈
Let
Her accomplish
All her wishes and dreams
Give her all the strength and
Knowledge so that
She gleams
◈
O' Lord
Gift her with all the
Wealth and what she desires
So she may appreciate your
Kindness and return her
Admires
◈
Grant
Her a place
In heavens hereafter
Let her attain your joy
For the ultimate life
Thereafter
◈
O' Lord
Please accept
My sincere and
Heartily
Prayers
◈
Let
Not go to
Waste my high
Hopes and my
Flowing
Tears
◈
You are
All-powerful
And a witness
To all
◈
You are
The greatest
Helper for the
People who
Fall.
◈
— Jamil Hussain

With joy, I stand,
As you slip from my hand,
A shadow, a veil, so faint, so fine,
Fading like dusk at the close of time.

Yet in absence, I call—
Come forth within me, in all,
To nestle, to bloom,
In my heart’s hallowed room.

O’ radiant spark, so fair,
Manifest love, and fill the air,
Let me hold thee, soft and bright,
A treasure in endless night.

In this realm, joy ascends on high,
Like the falcon’s wings that pierce the sky,
Rivers of light, in torrents flow,
Through the heart's chambers, where secrets grow.

As wine, its essence floods the soul,
Awakening powers that make us whole,
A fire unchained, wild and free,
Where thoughts are woven in destiny.

Desires take flight like the nightingales' song,
Whispers of kings from eras long gone,
The world unfolds in its splendour, vast,
A dance of colours, unsurpassed.

In this blaze, I am reborn anew,
A child of the stars, the heavens' dew,
With each heartbeat, the universe spins,
Under the gaze of the eternal sun that wins.

Joy surges forth, like the ocean’s roar,
Imagination endless, forevermore,
As wine, it fills the veins of man,
I am the flame, the eternal plan.

. . . T  h  i  s . . .
B o u n d l e s s  ocean of  life
And in roses imageries of you and me  
O’ sparks of your beauty I am yearning to see
Face to face, if you raised those beautiful eyes, at me
Heavenly niche of hearts would cause the shadows to flee
My tongue soaked in bouquets of your melody, would set free
Odes would fall from movement of sky, endorsing my plea
Elegance of your smile, a garden of paradise and it’s key
B l o o d  of my heart, O’ red  w i n e  it would be
Baring of your  s a c r e d  sight with g l e e
M a r v e l   of  fresh blossoms, is it
. . . You or me ? . . .

✒ ℐamil Hussain

T h o u
Art Humanity
All created by one origin
A d a m            and           E v e
Noble fabrics of this glorious life
And its wondrous
W e a v e

✒ ℐamil Hussain

O’ eyes! You bore the echo of the Throne,
And gazed as if the stars were all your own.
Majestic eyes, whose silence made me whole —
You gazed, and in that gaze — you kissed my soul.

B u t
With you
I am so deeply and
So passionately
M e

✒ ℐamil Hussain