Ishq-e-Prophet: The Sky of My Soul

This love is not dependent on words—
it flows like blood through my veins.
The world taught me that love means receiving,
but you taught me that in losing yourself,
you gain everything.

You are not my destination—
you are the map of the journey itself;
without you, every path falls into darkness.

When the noise of the world overwhelms my heart,
I open the book of your character.
Every letter becomes a healing touch.

People ask, “How can you love someone you cannot see?”
I simply smile.
How can I explain that even the thought of you
fills my destiny with light?

My existence was an empty page,
and you filled it with the ink of your noble character.
If my life contains your remembrance,
it becomes a form of worship;
and if my final breath carries your blessed name,
then my death becomes a doorway to paradise.