My Heaven Awaits Me Poem by Naveed Akram

My heaven is tame, cleaner than windows of glass,
Full of jewels to astound people of the swords.
My heaven claims me in the end of surrender,
When I prostrate towards the city of my blessed heart.
My heaven, is tails and heads, join and break, filling
Me in a respect that sways according to customs.
My heaven justly argues for the bringing of weapons,
Like the instigators of words and conjunctions to see.
My heaven devours you in seconds, in solitude, so
Sign the word together, when pain masters the pain.
My heaven is a door to the outer reality, the esoteric
Understanding, the exoteric belonging, a reading.
My heaven awaits me when I pray to the sounds of a
Scripture willing to array its words in perfect splendour.