Saturday, March 15, 2008

A SPECIAL PERSON

The Baby is born, without giving pain to mother
Already circumcised and umblical cord severed
Miraculously pure and clean from all dirt
At once prostrating himself in worship

The Child with special sight of front and back
And with fragnance of ambergris for sweat
Clouds following, as he walked under the sun
And the earth swallowing his excrements.

The Boy without parental guidance
Leads a moral life against bad surrounding
And gets the badge of honor from the people
And agreed as Trustworthy and Mediator

The Youth without reading and writing
Speaks with great words to his people
Really amazing in structure and meaning
And challenging them to bring the same

The Man with rich followers and glory
Having food from the table of poverty
And taking his rest in the dust of road
And unloading the burdens of poor and needy

Dedicated to Prophet Mohamed (S)

Thursday, October 18, 2007

SWIM AGAINST THE FLOW

To do good deeds
While the self ask you the opposite
To escape from the evils
While the environment is with you
To think about the new one
While the pressure restrict you
To give someone favor today
Knowing he'll forget tomorrow
To forgive one troubled you
While you're able to defeat him
To say truth and be straightforward
Even you'll lose something by it
To hear the matters from your rivals
While they never accept from you
To smile sincerely towards every one;
Even caused to makes you crying before
To be honest and frank every time
Knowing they'll cheat you one day
To start with gracing after a clash
While the other refuse to do so
To be unbiased in giving good things
Even they'll not respect your seat
To defend the matters in a good way
While they approach you with wrong

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

BROKEN WINGS

My friend lost the pitch
Amid the flight towards the horizon
Fell down with broken wings
Never to fly any more here

Perhaps, his greedy to capture the top
Or to meet with the master of all
Made him close the filter eyes
Never to open again here

He was gentile with smooth heart
Like of coconut; hard out and soft inside
And was jack of all trades, lived with us
Putting an envy in all our hearts

To praise him with pen making the mistake
Or keeping the lid on his vast good deeds
So, no more… all good things he left here
Make him the great and still living

But, it was painful and sensational
And after all, a warning to me and all
To prepare for the journey of soul
With less stick on age or fitness

Death is somewhat like coconut tree
All its flowers are not to be coconut
Some may fall before the maturity
And untimely come to an end

May God rest his soul in eternal peace

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

IT'S MEANINGS

Love is the submission
To the force, created you and means
And always nearer to you
Than jugular veins

Love is the self ransom
To the holy person, guided you and saved
From the loss, like the protector of flies
From the burning of lamp

Love is the obedience
To the two, brought you forth and up
And daring to prefer your safety
In a state of whether you or they!

Love is the hand in hand
To the dears and nears
Sincere both in joy and sadness
Every once you face gains and losses

Love is the respect
To whom brought you to the light
From the darkness of ignorance
And helped to keep pace with the world

Love is the reward
To whom give you hand and support
While you are in need or loneliness
And behave as mirror to see you

Love is the transmission
Of feelings and needs
To the opposite one, understanding
And offer the partnership of the life

Love is the empathy
To all beings like you, with life and soul;
By showing honor and mercy
To makes the world peaceful one.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

VEGETABLE LOVE BUT...

We,
Strangers but familiars
Enemies but Lovers
Actors but in the real life
Visionaries but in vague
Hating each other but in performance
And also loving but only the heart knows
Looking each other but with seriousness
Under the frowning but fancy lays
Speaking every thing but with silence
Through the silence but message transfers
Hearing to matters but pretend as not…
Turn to smile but not that normal
Behave in presence but as dislike it
Wish the presence but once in absence
Want to reveal all but ego never allows
Try to hide many but break out all
In between, something but nothing
There is nothing but something
This vegetable love but non-vegetable
May grow very fast but more slowly

Sunday, January 28, 2007

HEARTLESS BEAUTIES

Their beauty may attract you
And the good smell fascinate you
Their uncovered body and painted lips
May put some feelings in your mind
But if you have magic eyes
To see their heart under the flesh
You should keep the distance
And turn to hate them
Some are like this; Selfish
They want to keep their own fish
And rational; looking profit
In all their transactions
Arrogant with tiny placement
And boasting with external beauty
Mistook the whole world love them
May be, but it arises only from the lust
And diminishes in its way, not more
Beauty of body never benefits the bearer
Others may benefit it and run the way
Beauty of heart makes the true love
And it will be sincere and everlasting

Saturday, January 27, 2007

GREAT LOSS

You may loss all; before you loss yourself
The precious things like wealth
Earned it by your great effort
Years and years; morally or immorally
Within few seconds; a small calamity
War, theft, careless or other destroyers
May bring to your life the great sorrow
But you can recover it, if you ‘ve confidence
Or God makes you forget all
Some times you loss loved ones
Like wives, kin, friends or others
You should cry for it a long or short
Then the time makes you forget all
Perhaps you get new ones or feel as tiny
Or the strong depression makes you mad
Some times you loss valuable writings
Like notes and diaries filled with;
Precious knowledge, hearty memories
Someone put into the dustbin accidentally
As I am facing now, somebody had before
And in future may happen to anyone
It has gone; with no chance to recovery
And the mind never allows forgetting
As it was my real life and soul
I described it as “great loss”
Later I thought; not a “Great loss”
For, yourself to be lost one day
The all losses will be meaningless then
So I tried to never mind it
But now it is hitting my mind
Man may demise one day but his works
Living as afterglows till the last end.