what for?

A young, war-torn soul
On its knees
Utters a silent prayer
Waiting upon the morning breeze

In hopes that it’ll bring with it
Glad tidings of peace
That or the sweet embrace of death
So this endless suffering will cease

Prayers remain unanswered
And days go by so slow
And in the tired light of day
The breeze doth blow

Yet he trusts that the winds will carry
These cries of despair
Will deliver them to his brethren
Who have hearts that can still hear?

In an arid land,
A bottomless well overflowing with tears
Have his brethren died?
Is there nobody out there?

Once a happy family,
A loving one of five
But scars in his reflection remind him
He’s the last one alive

The bombs they boast off destroyed not only buildings
But shattered his spirit too
They not only dismembered his home,
But his humanity through and through

Days in misery, nights cut in pain
In the constant echoes of war
O mankind!
What all this for?!??

Out of your greed for gold
This land you’ve cause to go red
This treasure that you’re digging graves for
Can it raise the dead?

When I was young I heard:
God will help him who helps himself
God be my witness today
I need your help

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.

'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)

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--------

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.

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