21:29

Dream: Phenomenon in the Desert


Last night I dreamt of a curious person,

Observing experiments on living creatures,
Reporting results, taking a break, stretching,
Walking alone on the desolate sand dunes.
In the dream I saw the silence of time,
Poisonous gas dispersed, village massacred,
Nomadic chants thrown into an ancient abyss,
No sense of life!

And no shadow could reveal except souls in dreams.



Thursday, 18th of  September 2014

21:28

Dream: Panic in the Woods


Last night I dreamt of a pale person,

Sweating, running away hysterically,
There was some sort of smoke behind,
Vague but hazardous shadows lurking.
In the dream I saw his torn clothes,
And the rush of blood of a fresh wound,
Collapsed on the earth of this woodland,
No sense of life!

And the shadows retreated in utmost joy.



Thursday, 18th of September 2014

15:53

Dream: Innocence in the Wilderness



Last night I dreamt of a pristine person,
Covered in newly-polished shiny armour,
Marching alone into the wilderness of era,
Sword sheathed unready for the monsoon.
In the dream I felt his naïve young soul,
Spoiled brat competing for a lady’s hand,
An unknown figure stormed into his neck,
No sense of life!

And the shadow disappeared into thin air.



Thursday, 18th of September 2014

02:45

Dream: Vagrant in the Wasteland



Last night I dreamt of a dilapidated person,
Who only travelled by foot since ancient times,
He kept walking gazing somewhere straight,
Somewhere where his foot will never stop.
In the dream I saw him crossing a wasteland,
Blazing dusty winds blew on an unknown era,
Cracked earth, distorted barks, a rocky crag,
No sense of life!

And the moving shade kept breathing ever-so-slightly.



Wednesday, 17th of September 2014

19:48

Trials and Tribulations



I pondered upon the other gender,
Their mind: different than ours,
And their heart: different too!
Yet, when listening about the best:
Asya, Maryam, Aisha, and Fatema,
We are told more than differences,
Letters from Qur’an and Sunnah
Unite to produce peaceful articles
About worshipping Allah alone
Without any associates producing
Inner peace and total tranquillity.

Today, however, I have seen many
Copy the great appearances that
The best of women wore like the
Niqab, and yet, their inner pearl
Darkened and produced wild
Storms full of electrostatic forces
That will always affect the others
In numerous social gatherings;
Unfortunately, those have not
Yet understood Islam in its full
And simple message that the
Prophet Mohammad, Peace,
Blessings, and Prayers be upon
Him, preached day and night.
“And we have not sent you
But a mercy to all mankind”.

And I say this one more time,
Islam is what we have received
From the Qur’an, Sunnah and
The companions, and what we
See, hear today are but Muslims
Following their own desires,
Following verses whiles others
They ignore and reject; except
Few whom Allah has blessed.

So, there is only one choice you
Have in this entire world with
All of its different dimensions,
Including the finite time that
Turns into dust in a matter of
Seconds without a moment
To turn back: colourless death,
A disease without any cure,
No medicine for prevention,
No surgery for intervention,
No mother to return her son,
No father to return his wife,
On the death bed, a skeleton!

Memory created,
Sand buried,
Name written,
Time erased,
Soul unknown,
Peacefulness not recorded!


Sunday, 6th of July 2014

23:09

Regrets in Silence



Hammer banging nails on the wall,
Words of wisdom listing the wanted,
A reward for whoever finds peace,
Another culprit is stuck on the wall,
This time his name is even longer,
There is even a description attached,
“Dead or Alive” swarming the city,
Guilty murderous chaotic outcasts,
Villagers closing doors and windows,
Mothers hushing their crying child,
Fathers putting the candles out,
Law-abiding citizens turned evil?
A new mayor has been elected,
The law is once again enforced,
And each one has been jailed,
Questioned for their reasons,
Even if beyond comprehension,
'Tell me why on earth did you do it?'
'Did you have a terrible childhood?'
'Were you tortured or forced into it?'
'Were you depressed or mentally ill?'
Copious excuses were created,
For the purpose of being pardoned,
Yet this particular peculiar person,
Who kept staring cluelessly at the sky,
His eyes indicating all hope is lost,
And his mouth was ever so silent,
Even the greatest detectives alive,
Or even the fictitious Mr Holmes,
Can never deduce a thing or two,
About holes in his atrophied heart.


Thursday, 27th of March 2014