Ibn Akhtar

Favourite poets

Nouri Sardar, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Allama Iqbal, Zain Awan

First poem

What Is Life What is life in its essence? The present seems like forever. The past seems forgotten. Though at the end of times— is that of a day or two. Oh pitiful, pitiful living human on this earth, seem so lost in the state of living as though a corpse— living on the earth, moving about, with every decision nearing its end, never seeming to find the end, just chasing, chasing that which only pulls closer with no remorse until you fall into the pangs of death, regretting the life of a corpse. So wake up, be woken, be awake, for you will see the lackluster taste of the joys of the earth, the rotting core infested with wishes to be sought after— only for that which is of no use. Clearly seeing the visible path of light to which you once turned a blind eye to. So the mind of the distraught and anguished— awaken to the continuous cycle, seeking for asylum in He who is all-loving, the One who needs none to survive and has no limitations. The Lord of the worlds who cannot be encompassed by anything and resides inside the heart of the believer. For we humans are beyond the thinking of an average mind, for the human encompasses the world in his mind. This world has aspects of which is unknown, for every moving neuron has bits of information coming together to form a collection of divinity in you and me. Blessed and indebted to Him for all these qualities and necessities, for if we were left solely to that which we have been provided to survive— the knowledge of the mountains, the seas, solar systems, galaxies, various truths and conjecture— would never seem attainable in the least. For what am I, or you, without His guidance and mercy? So let us be thankful that we are moving away from the path of a corpse, be it one step at a time, following in the steps of the Symbol of Mercy, the Messenger, and the City of Knowledge— and enter that city through the Gate of Divinity which is Ali.