Nafs poems on Hello Poetry

kainat rasheed Oct 2017

Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again, give me a fresh start
So change my heart please and wash the filth away
Don't leave me drowning here alone and astray.
I spent my life running away from you
And now I have no where to turn except to you
I turn to you and begging you to be saved
And change me into an obedient slave
I have been doing all my life what I craved
Shaytan and nafs have always held me enslaved
I am ashamed that I have broken your rules
Worshiped my nafs and feel an ignorant fool
But now I know the path leading me to deen
I bow to you and asking you to help me
But now I know the path leading me to deen
I bow to you and asking you to help me
I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I will be grateful to you - change this dead heart
I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I will be grateful to you - change this dead heart
My heart is dark and so my eyes remain dry
Hypocrisy and hubris won't let me cry
I'm at your door and begging you let me in
Don't push me back to my hopeless life of sin
I'm at your door and begging you let me in
Don't push me back to my hopeless life of sin
So change my heart and forgive my sins this day
Don't leave me drowning here alone and astray
Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again, give me a fresh start.
#junaid jamshaid
#dua

Lowercase Nov 2015

A Poem Of A Thousand Sins

Yesterday I begged of Allah
(as only the truly desperate can)
for His all-encompassing mercy;
that for whatever wrong I committed
I might find His forgiveness
to bring me back to his embrace,
away from This Cruel World.
It may be this isn’t punishment at all
but perhaps I’m not through serving my sentence
for the misdeeds of an unreined nafs
and maybe he’s not even listening
to the pittances of a ****** soul.
Oh well
As long as no one tells my mother
I’m still praying for death.

Allah: God, Nafs: The part of the soul that represents desire (and often leads us to sin). Ruh is soul, which I toyed with but decided I liked the English word better.

#poem #thoughts

WARQA BIN NOFAIL Jun 2014

Uff

Ya Allah

Bas is nafs

K haathon majboor hu

#urdu

Kashif Khalid Oct 2019

My enemy is inside me

If you become a slave of your habits, you start dying slowly. The enemy outside is less lethal than your inner self. To attain closeness with the creator, one must **** oneself in this life and this struggle is the biggest Jihad and also the very first step of Tasawwuf. The ultimate goal is to become one with the creator, the Nafs e Mutmainnah, the one who can say Ana al Haq. These steps are easy to write, beautiful to read but the hardest thing for a human being to accomplish and then maintain and in our era where we are fighting the last war against the forces which stop a person to attain this paradise on earth aka Shaitan, these hardships have reached their peak. But one must continuously strive for killing oneself and should remind oneself that we are spiritual beings on a physical journey. | Kashif Khalid | 31-10-19

Inspired by the writings of the Promised Messiah as

#enemy #soul #paradise

Shadab Ahmed Dec 2019

Ishq Ki Tabeez

Aaj phir se uski yaad ayi thi, Socha ke bhool jaun use.

teergi me takhliyon me shoreeda sa baitha tha, ke us ahl-e-wafa ki awaaz kano se takrayi thi,

Shadab Agar bhoolna hi tha to ye ishq ki tabeez kiu pehnayi thi,

tu to hum-nafs tha mera to bhoolna kaisa,
kal khwaab me deedar huwa tera aankhe khuli to sirf tanhayi thi

#poetry #love #lostlove

ms hitt Mar 21

nafs

conflicts start
with incitement
so incite a conflict

no, don't start
a conflict, conflict
should be avoided

yes, that is correct
I am righteous,
an upstander to wrong

I am neutral, I am
at peace with myself
and my emotions

Aarib Al Tamzeed Oct 2024

nazm e ashk

Rabab baj rahi thi kahi, jaha khuda bhi naach raha tha,
Phir na jaane kaunsi yaad-e-dard baraat leke agayi.

Naghma jo lehrake aayi, banke sur-e-shahen shah,
Wo sur jo nafs se mile, to khud dard banke beh gayi.

Aye mere jaan-o-dil, jamal-e-mah suna teri nazm-e-kamal,
Hum to ro rahe hain, jab se teri lafzon, aasu ban ke beh gayi.

Andaaz mat pucho koi, apna batane layak nahi rahi,
Khair agar puch hi liya hai, to kya batayen, koi andaz hi nahi rahi.

Bata to denge hum, par koi kyun sunega,
Khair agar sun hi liya hai, to sun ke bhi kya samjhega.

Baatein to bohot hain, gar koi sunna chahe to,Par kaun sunne ke liye baitha rahe?
Khair agar baith hi gaya **, to ek be-kafan lash ka,Nazm-e-ashk bhi sun ke jao.

Ro to nahi rahe the hum, wo kam to apna lafz kar raha tha,
Achanak wo rabab yaad agayi, jis pe khuda nach raha tha.

Hum to baithe the, ab khare ** gaye,
Na jaane apna rone ki awaaz, us mehfil ko kharab na karde.

Ab mai chal raha hoon, kahi aur jaa raha hoon,
Kidhar jaa raha hoon, utna nahi pata,
Bas rabab se dur chala jaun,
Nayi mehfil sajane, udhar firse nazm-e-ashk bhi suna na hai.

#shayari #sher #nazm #urdu #dard

aslı May 2020

life. a hard laugh.

life.
a hard laugh.

sincere and simultaneously.
embodying all emotions. gathering all devotions.
making loneliness meet possibilities on crossroads.
crumbling the possibilities into the facts. that's where reality resides.
yet, some of the emotions are still wanted to be exposed.
that's why humans are there for.
and even when you think you shouldn't reveal,
the nafs tickles.
love interrupts.
one who can make love live,
can make you live.
don't look. most of them are not living. they pretend to be alive for you with terms and conditions.
after all, under normal circumstances,
he who has the funeral business running
should have the greatest professional deformation.

#life

honey Feb 2023

anniversary

vexed.
i moan and wallow
in the bitterness of my nafs
the part of me that wants you more than my next breath.
thinking
of what i'd do to you
or her.
punish you.
mindfuck you like you manipulated me.
make you rue my tears and insanity.
then i settle.
back into sadness- sober reality.
that you'll never be mine
and you deserve each other.
congrats.

honey Feb 2023

(his) (nectar) (hummingbird)

you completed me.
wings fragmenting through breeze,
your nafs' memories
locate where my honey seeps.
tarry and bathe
in this stream.
soak me in
golden hue
browning
blushing
blossoming
like honeysuckle do.
reap me
like i'm new.
sow depth
so fresh, so green brown earth blue.
and our fruit will bare true,
continual and carnate cycles,
like nature do.
and what am i
but the river's image
of you?

honey Feb 2023

***you

i live for God
but spend my next breaths hopeful of your wake.
i'm ashamed to admit
you're ingrained in my nafs and on my mind,
boy.
you're desire woven tight in my abdomen.
your image is laced in my bones.
i dream of you even when my eyes are open.
i taste you with every morsel i eat.
i feel you in every tender caress i share with myself and your memory.
what can i do when i love you so
yet have accepted you'll never be mine?
i feel insane
when something so sweet
is within my reach
yet i can't reach out and grab it.
i feel dejected and punished
to see you love another woman.
and forever unfulfilled when i try to love another man.

Aslam M 5d

Soul ( Ruh )

From al-Ghayb,
a breath was cast.

Each nafs a spark,
unique, yet infinite.

Ruh in motion,
Identities Unknown.

Drift Endlessly
Yet Yearn to Return.

al-Ghayb – the Unseen

nafs – the self / ego

ruh – the soul / spirit

— The End —