Reincarnation Poetry

 

I crawled, I walked, and then I ran,

But I stumbled before the flight even began,

 

So I dragged myself on the runway to fly

As I felt the angel in me slowly die

 

I sinned and I repented and again I sinned,

Smothering in all the regrets I’d lived

 

I followed every Iblees— I fed his greed

I crossed the boundaries ’til I wasn’t even me

 

My spirit so restless, now trying to escape,

All through this nightmare I’ve been awake

 

The burden of it all, gravity couldn’t defy

And I waved the angel in me goodbye

 

I bathed in my sins, to an ebony heart

But now is the time that I want a new start

 

Sunshine has been sucked out of my life;

I am alive yet dead inside

 

My head betrayed my heart, a head deceived by thoughts,

My soul was filled with endless dots

 

So I dug a bit more, I searched the depth of my soul

I found the answer there, so I searched no more

 

The month of mercy has knocked at my door

And I’m now ready to open all four—

 

Tawheed, Salah, Sawm and Zakaat

To shed the darkness, tearing it apart

 

Let the light peek through holes

Let goosebumps fill me whole

 

I stare at the clock as it steals my time,

Cut its hands as it commits that crime

 

I shouldn’t say soon, I should say now—

Tomorrow is too late for me to bow

 

30 days are all I have, the clock won’t tick slow

I shall always reap what I always sow

 

So I burn all the bridges to not go back

Back to the shame, back to the wreck

 

I found peace when I bowed down to Him

To set my worth there, I don’t need wings

 

The weathers may change, life may move around

I wouldn’t want to fly because I like the ground

 

Angels don’t have free-will like mine

They only follow the commandments divine

 

Over angels, Allah gave Adam supremacy

He repented but I couldn’t continue the legacy

 

[Rest of the poem “reincarnation” can be read here: understandquran (where it was originally published).]

 

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Samina Farooq is an engineer by qualification, a Quran and Arabic-language student by occupation, a photographer by eye, a writer by heart, an artist by nature and a Muslim by soul. A mum of one is currently studying Intensive Arabic Program from Islamic Online University while also following Bayyinah institute's 'Arabic with Husna' classes, one baby step at a time.

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  1. saint amaru king wajir verlumun Says: September 13, 2015 at 12:34 pm

    A gifted hnd alwaz fnd it pen on the frnt page paper evn whn it kw not wht to write of itself bt in evry wrk of it hnd it find perfection becoz it inspiration comz immortal.Saint amaru real matters quotes. Farooq u ar a hnd given by God almighty to portrait the whole reasons of mans existence on paper

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