Universal Anthems. Aadil Farook

which pollution of minds is inevitable

      Mere intelligence can't traverse, towards truth, the journey

      Wings of faith are granted to set humans free

      Then the influenced individuals are brought on one platform

      Without unity and discipline, failure is the norm

      Then the leader imparts a special training to his people

      So that the impact of anti-Islamic efforts is feeble

      This most vital step is known as spiritual purification

      the religious counterpart of West's self-actualization

      Followers are transformed so that they reach the level of servitude

      Divine light is poured into their hearts granting them fortitude

      Since, at this stage, the number of adherents of Truth is only few

      They adopt passive resistance to the opposition they're put through

      This attitude in contrast to the enemy's cruelty

      earns the sympathy of the silent majority

      Thus, slowly and gradually, the number of supporters increase in number

      Active resistance without violence wakes the common man from slumber

      Initially, civil disobedience is encouraged without fighting

      But the time arrives to overthrow the ones, ruling

      A direct physical confrontation between the two is manifested

      Courage and integrity of revolutionaries are tested

      Now there should be no obstacles in implementing the word of God

      Be it armed conflict, military struggle or through the sword

      If ideology is powerful, it can't be confined within a country

      If based on reality, it will transcend geographical boundary

      This is the supreme technique of the dervish known as Muhammad

      If not applied, the Ummah will remain just a puddle of mud!

      The Godless Delusion

      Be not baffled by the prevalence of many a smiling face

      It is the perfect mask for the sorrow of human race

      How can a pain that is of a spiritual nature

      be erased by indulgence in a physical venture?

      The tragedy of man is that he has mistaken

      momentary pleasure with real satisfaction

      How can a mind full of falsity be at ease?

      How can a blemished heart be at peace?

      So much has been said on the concept of consciousness

      Yet modern thought is devoid of intellectual finesse

      Microscopic exploration of matter is the obsession

      As if the spirit is in a state of recession

      Is the quest for quenching never-ending curiosity

      possible without comprehending ultimate reality?

      These so-called sages claim to be path-seekers

      Yet time unveils them as truth's disbelievers

      Laborious learning of facts yields just information

      But mystics gain special knowledge through intuition

      Genuine bliss is indeed a very rare phenomenon

      It's the fruit of intense self-transformation

      Contemporary standards of success are ego-boosters

      Endless inner voids turn us into imposters

      How can ignorance to the self's need

      give birth to a truly amazing deed?

      When the soul is disconnected from its origin

      Contentment is merely a theoretical description

      Only once, I have experienced that ecstasy

      that Sufis manage to possess perpetually

      I can never deny that divine force

      that links us to our actual source

      As long as pure religion is deemed as life's rival

      Pursuit of happiness will remain a viscous cycle!

      The Unnamed Lyrics

      Till the esoteric dimension isn't understood

      one will remain deprived of servanthood

      Till the veils are not lifted

      one is ignorant no matter how gifted

      Till the Listener is not flattered

      one's prayers are not answered

      Till one doesn't feel a Divine Presence

      one's religiosity is devoid of essence

      Till all the faults, one doesn't admit

      one's worship is a body without spirit

      Till all doors aren't knocked

      one's ascent is blocked

      Till the thorns aren't felt like roses

      one cannot claim to experience gnosis

      Till intellect is not negated

      one's humility is over-rated

      Till logic isn't unseated

      one's faith isn't completed

      Till pride isn't spilled from above

      one's heart isn't filled with love

      Till the path is travelled without a master

      one cannot be labelled as a traveller

      Till one's worth is reckoned significant

      one's progress will stay stagnant

      Till other's aren't seen as superior

      one is denied freedom from anger

      Till one's own caliber is the reliance

      one isn't granted the trait of silence

      Till there is no shattering of ego

      one's passions, one can't forego

      Till the higher consciousness isn't awakened

      one's self is a symbol of being decadent

      Till one is deaf to the beat of this world's drum

      one continues to be endowed with pearls of wisdom!

      On 14th August

      Beloved Pakistan, Happy Birthday

      For you, I should've written an essay

      But I would prefer to pay

      a small tribute in a lyrical way

      So many talents, you've managed to display

      You're gifted with bounties not to decay

      In crisis, don't let your resolve sway

      Your image, the media tries to slay

      You're beautiful no matter what others portray

      To your accolades, blind are they

      On your ground, as I lay

      I feel your fragrance's spray

      With sheer