whose shadow is it?
whose blood is that, all shed on the dark shore
which lead to vast oceans of horror and dread?
light houses hint to safe homes no more,
but denounce how drifted we’ve gone instead.
Slender frames
Poor people may need small living for life,
and occasionally go happy when bright turns meet their way.
they would live down,resist and opt for strife,
when the fewest linger to condescend to joy for another day.
For the expensive loaf,people get ready arms and knife,
but to the luckiest loss is only weaker pay.
Blessed whispers
We ignore all signs and pretend we didn’t see,
and put the blame on things we secretly wish to happen.
Better moments of ease , joyfulness per se
and sways drive us astray and drifted to decay we hasten.
Unequipped ,but with little hopes that forgiveness our prize be,
careless of duties and all sinful desires we unfasten.
Though exploring muddy pits and the forbidden sea,
we aspire to unfinished bliss,stretches of land and eternal heaven.
June 2009
Muted cries
Yelling eyes are gasping for light
that will blast and shatter their eternal night.
Overloaded with tears shed on raped right
of frail souls and slender might.
No voice,no matter how out spoken it may be;
their burning flame can unfold.
It lets out silenced desires and shall be
just hints to the bliss they withhold.
June 2009
The ebb and flow of faith
Like empty shells that scratch the sand
on early shores of rocky beaches
my bewildered soul sways would stand
astray grieving over unattainable reaches.
Of hopes that no vile thought in my heart will stand
no more sins in acts no longer just to preach
but jettison the evil and keep to Allah’s rule on hand
avoid wrong and all blemishes peach.
The deviation I hope is momentary
for only in Allah’s path I will find glory
No matter how hot,my tears can’t say how sorry
I am that I got a burden I can’t carry
Opheon Fri.March7 /08
Heavenly birds
Strident shells tear besieged skies
and enlighten dark mined child eyes
blast forced hopes that tomorrow is true
together with ascending dreams that evil has virtue
No waters ,no matter how tormented they are ,can sweep blood
and clean the cold clutching grips of what has gone so far and stood
On sinful corpses that no worry caresses,
Sinless slender bodies will avenge massacres
Though in front of Some men this is a defence
Before God, it’s nothing except barbarous offence
To Gazan kids who met bullets ,shells and unknown bombes lonely alone
The Return of the non -native
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Revisiting the city I adore
unfolds secrets so far neglected.
And exploring covers I abhor
impregnates desires so much deserted.
(22/12/2OO8)
Al Adha Quatrain
A recurrent whisper to refrain
Or be it a blast of cemented sin
Regret, deeds and abandon vicious pin
Aid Al Adha here once again
Dreamers of bewildered minds
Marching clouds with stars around,
Happened to visit morbid minds with dread.
And the glittering strokes of some terrible sound,
Blasted the quiet silence of the dead.
Seraphs, mermaids and fairies;
As well as dwellers of realms so deep and vast;
All together welcomed us into forbidden berries,
But just soon as we awoke, they didn’t last.
Hesitant decisions
Much I would like to take it as it comes,
Right through the ears of ugly smile and sordid laughter
I’ afraid I just can’t bear it as it comes,
Bound to eternal fight with fears of intense pain and sorrow
I just won’t stand it when it comes
For fear of pits of hovering power
I just will not smile to the rise in your eyes
And ignore the promise of a rainy tomorrow
Poor dreams of ephemeral flash will make way
to stuff the hollow pits of oblivion
And through the stretches of unfinished miles
Shall my legs carry the frail solution?
I just will do the thing
So let it come
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(Farkhana 96)
