IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES

[Kulmiye]

If tomorrow never comes

If I never smile

Or laugh uncontrollably

I hope I’m quiet

Peaceful

In my last moments

So you could recognize that peace

In my soul

So maybe it could be convey

To yours

When you need it

Handed down

As the fruit of my burdens

The compensation for my strive

I hope I’m reflective and brave

So you could think of me

As just on a new character

The flowing spirit

Wandering

Not confined

In the limitations

Of my body

And the laws of our society

I'd hope you'll have time for me

In your thoughts

And dreams

Bcuz I ignored you more than once

And it wasn't

Bcuz I was unavailable

I tried to

But I could never think

In terms of the future

Of dying alone

And forlorn

 

If tomorrow never comes

And the last place I lived

Was in this empty apartment

Full of books, machines

And other material waste

Watching the days getting

Cold and friends getting toast

I'd wish that you'll live better

Than I have

If I never got to do everything

The things I wanted

To my heart's content

If I just stocked up my regrets

I'd wish you would live differently

Learn from my example

I wouldn't want you to be hurt

By exactly the same things

If you don't have to

Then you shouldn't

If you never took too many risks

Afraid of that one

That would break you

I'd wish you did

So that you would

Come out of it stronger

Than you were

In the beginning

 

If tomorrow never comes

I'd hope I touched your heart

That it would miss me as much

I'd wish that you'd never suffer

Another day in your life

Without me to help you through

Just to be by your side again

I'd do anything

Though it’s impossible

I wouldn't want to think in terms of reality

When I could dream big instead

contemplation on the possibilities

I'd hope I did enough heed

For everyone that was ever important

In my eyes

To still remember me

Long after i'm buried

 

If tomorrow never comes

If I never stopped to smell the flowers

Admired the beauty of this world

While I was working

Been enticed by a warm sunny day

Or a clear night

With enough bright stars to grant my wishes

If I never tasted every kind of food

Or never bought a pair of Air Forces

Not caring

About what others do

About what they think

About acting my age

Or propriety

If I never

Expressed my emotions clearly

Keeping them all inside

If I never

Kept all my promises

Leaving this earth owing nothing

No one shed a tear by my side

If I never

Loved you too much

Or wanted intensely enough

To make something happen

If I never

Welcomed a sunset

Committing each and every color to memory

If I never

Climax at the sky

Adoring its radiance

From an unobstructed view

Erasing all buildings

Stoplights

And power lines

I'd wish I did all I could

While I was alive

And if I didn't

Then I’d wish for more time

Bcuz tomorrow will have come too soon

[BOB]

Salam Aleikum W.W

 

Beautifully composed and wonderfully delivered.. nice one my brother Kulmiye and please keep them coming Insha Allah.

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

[Kulmiye]

Thank you BOB!

[Instinct.Poet]

Beautifull peice there buddy.

 

 

I swear I missed Somaliaonline and just simply letting my mind wonder freely as it pleases.

 

Great Job

[Ameen]

Assalam alaikum...

Here is my ideal life, if only Allah had decreed it for me, but in any case…

Alhamdullilah, Allah has blessed me by making me a Muslim and favoring me with the remembrance of My Lord.

 

My Ideal Life with my Ideal Companions: Part 1

 

The neighboring house belonged to Umar ibn al-Khattaab

and I would sit and patiently wait for him to come out,

before I gave him my salaams and watched him as he walked off and about.

 

I would spend my mornings in the hot fields of Medina,

learning from the warrior himself, Khalid Ibn Al-Walid.

 

I would follow my intense training by traveling to the southern part of the city,

to the house of Anas Ibn Malik.

He would teach us about adaab and share stories from the Prophet (saw).

Our hearts over-taken with light and our eyes with tears,

We wished we were among those whom the Prophet placed under his care.

 

From the distance, we would hear the call of the adaan

by Bilal, whose heart was firm with solid emaan.

On arrival to the masjid, the lines were formed,

and the salat had began.

It was Abu Bakr who led us and read from the beautiful words of the Quran.

 

After the salat, we would sit and remember Allah

with the exception of a few Bedouins, who would up and run.

I would look around for Ibn Abaas, he was indeed my best of friends.

I would stare at him in amazement, as I witnessed his growing knowledge of the Quran

 

After the sunnah salat and the departure of our khaleefah Abu Bakr,

and the ever fearful Umar ibn al-Khattaab,

I would sit in the company of Ali, Zayd, Ibn Umar and Ibn Abaas

as we would listen to Ibn Mas’ood talk about the pleasures of Junnah.

 

This ever-close to our heart topic,

would cause those whom Allah had blessed

to depart and to their needs from their wives.

While those who were left behind,

sat and sought from the Great Bounty belonging to Allah.

 

And Allah knows best