Walking through the woods of life
Jostling the grasses of evils
That helms to the door of soul
With a haste of furious owl ,
Which gleams the light of Islam,
Do the devils can harm?
Soul of an 'Abdullah'
Crystal clear the answer
Yet they strive to
Err the muslim, in deeds.
Indeed Eyeing , sharing their fruit
Which in real,
Hell, but mantled with
Forged fragile silk .
Allah's Names
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Diet
Bowl of white rice awaiting
Blended with chicken gravy
Appeared on black, round, mica sticked table
We were three stomachs as the guest for lunch
Cholestroleans seen grim
Coalesced with oil or not?
Dread they were of getting
Arrested by death
So dieting hard.
How long son
With this curbed grub
Why fear death
The inevitable of today or tomorrow.
Do spiritual diet along with your physical one
And Steam out your fear
Of death from mind
For now and ever.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Brained Data entry
It was night , midnight
Sipping the orange squash
In white plastic glass , while ears are
Piercing the tick ticks of keystrokes
Of men and women
Yound and old
My head is loaded with
Insomniac grieve, And grief
Of doing thoughtless stroke
Pitied myself for my mediocrity
And made the global recession
As armour.
One similar tube lit night
I tipped the verna letters
Puttering it with medical form
Fingers are moving cunning fast
Eyes are fetching sinless letters
It read the people spans
Who lived and died
Between 1894-1955 then 1932-1992
And the list flows
Brain took the job of ciphering
On the epoch of age they lived
Their glorious life ,
But what I see is their birth and death
Between a hyphen of space
How silly is mankind
By turning into mire soil of minerals
Some were rich, some were poor,
Some were innocent , some were guilty
Some were happy , some were sad
Some were hard ,some were soft
Some were greed and some were mild
And now
No clues of their bragging charm
So much so that they weren’t inherited the globe
Aghast , they did not acknowledge
The purpose of their life
Lest they mesmerized by worldliness
Its now my turn
Not to stuck in number traffic
Without pondering
Like a donkey carrying 'The books'
No! I don’t want to be soh
O Lord let my conviction about truth
Spread my blood ,
Let it be my life, my breath
My thought.
O God, let it be as you commanded
I n the book, code of life,
'The Holy Quran'.
Sipping the orange squash
In white plastic glass , while ears are
Piercing the tick ticks of keystrokes
Of men and women
Yound and old
My head is loaded with
Insomniac grieve, And grief
Of doing thoughtless stroke
Pitied myself for my mediocrity
And made the global recession
As armour.
One similar tube lit night
I tipped the verna letters
Puttering it with medical form
Fingers are moving cunning fast
Eyes are fetching sinless letters
It read the people spans
Who lived and died
Between 1894-1955 then 1932-1992
And the list flows
Brain took the job of ciphering
On the epoch of age they lived
Their glorious life ,
But what I see is their birth and death
Between a hyphen of space
How silly is mankind
By turning into mire soil of minerals
Some were rich, some were poor,
Some were innocent , some were guilty
Some were happy , some were sad
Some were hard ,some were soft
Some were greed and some were mild
And now
No clues of their bragging charm
So much so that they weren’t inherited the globe
Aghast , they did not acknowledge
The purpose of their life
Lest they mesmerized by worldliness
Its now my turn
Not to stuck in number traffic
Without pondering
Like a donkey carrying 'The books'
No! I don’t want to be soh
O Lord let my conviction about truth
Spread my blood ,
Let it be my life, my breath
My thought.
O God, let it be as you commanded
I n the book, code of life,
'The Holy Quran'.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Dawn Dream
Was a guest to a poor hut
With single room and a living, but
Strange tribe was the host
Left me alone with an unclear mat.
Shining floor was full of dust
Found myself sweeping best
Movement was like elephant pinna
Result was tiny dingy villa .
Eyes hurled over quad corner nooks
A svelte broom lied there in one of the sees
Now dawn dream left me with a warn
Getting me the tool for my turn.
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