Monday, February 26, 2007

Devil in Lingerie

When desire renders sensibility blind
When thoughts of the ugly consume the mind
light and reason hide away
the darkness within comes out to play
echoing giggles of satisfaction
devil in lingerie

The Rising Sun

Prophet Muhammad (saww) is reported to have said that when the day of judgement is near, the sun will rise from the West and set in the East. The latter seems to have happened already. As for the former, one wonders if the resurgence of Islam is now eminating from the West with twenty thousand or so revivalists a year as statistics show. While the place that cradled Islam seems to be under a cover of darkness, the Sun is slowly but surely rising from the West; spreading light once again on the Truth. Though the essence of Truth cannot die, it has surely been kept under the lock far too long. So then let knowledge, which can only be of the Truth, light our way out of the clutches of darkness.

slowly, but surely.

slowly, but surely.

Friday, February 23, 2007

'In the Nick of time'-----revision(i prostrate corrected)

outside its cold
the city is silent under a frigid blanket
he's tracing foot prints in the snow
he's been told which way he's come
but no one to tell him where he's soon to go
he's walking with shadows
themselves waiting in uncertainty
with a hope to become real
because reality is melting away
all too quickly
all too quickly
trudging around the corner
a searching sight now set
on a family made of snow
on a family built of snow
winter is shorter than expected this year
though colder than ever before
with the fast rising sun
it will soon be gone
gone like the family of snow men
and the reality as in the boy's gaze
melting way too fast
unlike his broken dreams
already evaporated
vanished into thin air
raining down on the earth
tears from loving eyes
unasnwered prayers of failing hearts
live your last seconds in peace
-rest in peace-
ameen
*the sky bawls as prayers unanswered return to earth*
But who gave you the right to declare him, whom God had not bid death to touch, dead.
-God is Great-
(27th Feb 2007)

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Borrowed Light

(warning, strong influences of khalil jibran, waleed zaman, and a clock which reads 5 am, at work)


a sweet kiss with lips sincere is all that is needed to inject life into the seeds buried deep within a soul mourning a seemingly never ending drought. the love now rampant throughout the body as the only cure allow the expanses of the gardens of the soul to be laden with sweetness in full bloom. the coming of this spring brings with it new hope and songs carried by a breeze whos resonant whisperings give voice to the orchestra of the heart. dying echoes of the longings of a soul generate a harmony which holds within it the key to ressurecting a hope which the mind had deemed dead since long. in this gentle breeze, the darkest of dusks find their dawn and so dawns the profound realization of longings fulfilled with beauty and of prayers answered.


----love and be loved, for the only way to truly live is through love--------

for love is the very ingredient which makes the core of a soul and its expression which completes it, giving it form. a body that does not love is a body opressed.a mind that does not love is a mind limited and bound. and a heart that refuses to accept its grace is a heart forever discontentand the soul that is not allowed to express its love is one that will forever wander, in vain, in search of its home. so then, let the gaze be filled with it, the tongue speak from it, ears overwhelmed by it, the feet walk its path, and its sweet fragrance fill the soul. for, only then, will all actions will be from love and of it and this is what separates the living from the alive. let each stroke of a brush be moved by it, each work be in its name, each motive be fuelled by it, intent be born from it, and let it be the very desired end. all because in essence man is a creaiton whos beginning was itself motivated by Love, so let this very Love be the force which powers the sails throughout his journey, and brings him to his final destination where his love will be realized.

----love and be loved, for the only way to truly live is through love--------

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Song # Bol

Dukh hai, Ghum hai
Munn mai ajeeb see kya uljhun hai
toota toota badan hai
bhaaree bhaaree hurr qadam hai

Honton ko jo see diya
zukhmon kee gehraiee may tunha jee liya
sharm-o-ghairat ko jo pee gaya
aankhon khuleen par so gaya

bol
tu bol
tu bol
tu bol

tootay khwaabon ko jore zara
khauf ko dil say nichore zara
deen mai iman la
jaan may thoree jaan la

tootay khwaabon ko jore zara
khauf ko dil say nichore zara
inn khoobsoorat khyaalaat ko
haseen aamal say saja

Bol
tu bol
tu bol
tu bol

apnay aap say kahaan
tu bhaagay ga?
kahaan jaaye ga?
kub tuk bhaagay ga?

tootay khwaabon ko jore zara
khawf ko dil say nichore zara
deen mai iman la
jaan mai thoree jaan la

bol
tu bol
tu bol
tu bol

bol.

Saturday, February 3, 2007

Random

Pyaar insaan say, mohabbat apnon say, ishq Khuda say.

Song #

A strangely familiar knock on the door,
Somebody's standing outside in the rain
i could swear ive seen her somewhere before
i'm wondering if i should let this stranger in.

staring on through the peep hole of memory
but there's only one thing i see clearly,
its cold out there, my heart it feels for her,
i want to comfort her, give her shelter,

but i know,
if i take her in,
there's a chance
ill be the one drowning,

a nomad in no man's land,
searching for little love and a guiding hand,
don't think me to be cruel,
i'm just a fool tired of being a fool

just a few nights stay for her,
might mean for me a stubborn visitor,
one who, even in her absence, refuses to leave,
if love is make-believe, you make me believe.

but i feel too old now to decieve,
a fast-aging heart into these damned webs we weave.
these damned webs we weave.

"give in baby, won't you give in?
heaven will envy the world we'll live in"
what good this world of yours if you're there to stay
for an always that lasts only so many days?

there's a strangely familiar knock on the door
she's still outside in the downpour,
i know i've seen her somewhere before,
but i'm not her problem anymore
no i'm not your answer anymore.

And its not because it isn't meant to be,
its because it doesn't mean to you what it means to me
And its not because it wasn't meant to be
its because it didn't mean for you what it meant to me