Behold The Formless—robed In Radiant Light Poem by Mohammad Younus

Behold the Formless—robed in radiant light,
His beauty streams through all, a wondrous sight.

The hidden seed now blossoms in the air,
As moonlight dances on the stream's soft prayer.

Each tulip burns; each cypress lifts in praise,
Their boughs recall His breath at dawn's first gaze.

O Love, within the hush, the flame-lit shrine,
You veil Yourself—yet leave the clearest sign.

The stars recite Your name in silent speech,
They light the sky with longing, then retreat.

You steal the hearts of lovers with one glance,
And in each heart, Your mirrored light they meet.

O soul most true—why hide behind the veil?
Come forth, draw near—why linger, why delay?

The rose unfolds its wounds with quiet pride,
Its thorns, the griefs it doesn't dare to say.

I burn within the fire of Your flame,
And pass the night in longing for the day.

Around Your moonlit face, I whirl, entranced,
With silent lips, I kneel as shadows sway.

O Garden of the Light, O Eye of eyes,
You wear the world—yet none perceive Your face.

Last night, You whispered, 'Your name is My name.'
No more I sigh—this verse shall now proclaim:

My soul is ash within Your sacred pyre—
O Lord Most High, I am the sun—Your flame.

The moth that circles, drunk on radiant light,
Knows not the fire—yet dies in sweet delight.

The nightingale, though caged, still sings Your tune,
Each note a cry for union coming soon.

The desert sighs—its sands like shifting verse,
Each grain a letter of Your love dispersed.

The ocean chants in waves that rise and fall,
Your hidden Name inscribed in foam and sprawl.

Let none mistake the voice that sings this rhyme—
It is Your heart that breathes through MyKoul's line.

MyKoul