snomad

to the master of spiritual masters; unspoken poetry raw

2012-02-08T08:20:00.000-08:00

your name quenches thirst of seekers
seeking;
your name lights wooden beads that
slide between fingers and hearts;
your name is love here there
and beyond;
your name is mercy upon
mercy;
your name is the reality
of divinity;
the master of translations
and earthly-felt
vibrations;
the master of the crescent
that moons spiritual
essence;
the master of mediation
where love hums;
the master whose name
is intertwined with
those that lead and
follow to the path;

oh our intercessor,
we seek you
on this lowly realm,
to take us somewhere
towards
heavenly light;
horizons aside.
oh, i long to
be in the space
of you and
yours,
the land of
goodness
as the dawn rises.

a verse of praise,
in moments and days
moon-lit blessings
of peace;

sweeten my breath,
my poverty
with your name.

let love manifest
in and out
and beyond.

fragrant the home
of my heart
with
something
of your character.
oh, blessed face
of ihsan,
the first light;
salutations, peace and
blessings upon you
humbly.

'whoever sends blessings on me at my grave, i will hear it, and whoever sends blessings upon me away from it, it will be conveyed to me' (bayhaqi, shu'ab al-iman)

alif

2012-02-07T15:22:00.000-08:00

there is something so profound about the alif.
it symbolises the beginning of much. of
everything. of an alphabet. of names.

of A-L-L-A-H.

i want to write again

2012-02-07T15:21:00.001-08:00

it feels so good to write again,
like soil touched with rain.

words. feelings. thoughts.
scattered. here. there.
anywhere. everywhere.

to be free

2011-09-07T15:48:00.000-07:00

open me spiritually,

tell me what can you see?

do you see the potential

my soul has to be.

i want to be free.

around the world

2011-09-01T15:00:00.000-07:00

i havent blogged in a very long time. my ways with words are rusty but here's a welcome back to me!

around the world in 600 and something days;

coconuts in africa,

bazaars in asia,

cupcakes in europe.

but the world i have not seen

for the world is here.

in me. in my heart.

waiting to be seen.

shown. opened.

tree

2009-04-15T10:57:00.000-07:00

i sit infront of this tree,
this long thing that
stretches its branches,
its arms into the
heaven, sunlight,
seeking.
its leaves thrive on
god given nourishment.

i sit infront of this tree,
admiring it whilst
i should be doing my
essay. silly mainstream
education. but i want to admire
nature. the tree. that is natural
to me.
let it be.

fragile

2009-04-15T10:51:00.000-07:00

'fragile' 'handle with care':

fragility was laid
on your birth-bed,
your blanket wrapped
you warm from the screams
and shrieks,
but you outgrew the
blanket's warm embrace,
laying open
those wide eye nights
awake
teary eyed.

fragility was your
imaginary friend,
a new day with a
broken beginning
again and again
cycle goes on,
teary eyed.

fragility was your puberty,
you grew hairs so fragile
and a chest of pain,
breaking your voice
into whisperings in the
night,
teary eyed.

fragility was your partner,
married; just fragility to take
from you, it marked
your days and nights
to come,
teary eyed.

'fragile' 'handle with care'

sunset

2009-04-01T06:10:00.000-07:00

everything winds down into darkness,
vanishing away into the horizon.

the days worries set,
and stars shine the sky,
the moon,
the miracle moon that split in two,
serves as a reminder across the night sky.

welcome homes,
dinner tables,
laughs and giggles,
rest unwind.

prayers are whispered
breezes blow
hearts are softened
street lights glow

sunset. sunrise. sunset. sunrise
good night. good morning. good evening.

hindsight

2009-04-01T06:08:00.000-07:00

'whenever we lose sight of God, it all goes wrong. we must trust in Him and embrace His will by being and achieving at every moment, every given second and grasping every opportunity. there is wisdom behind it all. and maybe one day, we will be at a spiritual station where we can understand; maybe not even understand, but just accept and be content. but for now, we have to wait for hindsight to provide answers that we seek. God knows best.'

bright blue sky

2009-03-22T16:50:00.001-07:00

the moon leads me home some days,
sometimes venus comes along.

spring blooms in the face of
my mornings.

and sunshine through my
window.
thats what you are.

i write

2009-02-05T03:15:00.000-08:00

i write to give you
a little of me;
a thought, a word
real and surreal
beyond real

i write moments
that would otherwise
slip through the sieve
of my memory

i write to virtualise
moments of this and that
and maybe moments
not yet real. or maybe
i just write
because i like to.

dream a dream

2009-01-26T13:58:00.002-08:00

dream a sweet dream, my dear

a dream where love will heal

the wounds and memories

a dream where all that is

is just purity

pure goodness

and beauty

that spark

and ignite

the light within

and star your skies

a perfect dream

that bridges the distant

between wake and sleep

flavoured divine

dusted with glitter

a dream that flows

with ripples of gold

golden grace

a loyal dream

a tender dream

of words not spoken

a surreal silence

solace

a dream with a pulse that

empowers

a dream that evokes

the warmth within

like being barefoot

on sunkissed sand

and an oasis breeze

dream a poetic dream

i didnt write this but i like it!

2009-01-26T13:58:00.001-08:00

One day I'll wake up in my sleep
That would be my date with a dream
The world will be my playground
The birds will be my friends
Time will never end

One day I'll wake up in my sleep
No television, no walls, no small talk
No sound but my jiggles and small footsteps
And a light breeze of wind rushing through my kite
Time will never end

One day I'll wake up in my sleep
That would be my date with a dream
After a while I'll get tired and sit to rest
I'll put my head to rest on the grass
And wake up to my sleep

One day I'll wake up in my sleep
And sleep until I wake up
After my date with a dream

peace of venus

2009-01-04T13:10:00.001-08:00

i whispered a prayer to the heavens
in that open sky
where eyes were upon the stars,
as they imagined the patterns and
sought the constellations and
venus.

no distance laid
between the heartbeat of my prayer
and the seven skies of heaven;

i whispered it into the still darkness
and the green line.

ya Rabb

2009-01-01T15:58:00.000-08:00

cloak me with the garment of your mercy,
shade me with the light of your guidance,
protect me with the shield of your might,
bless me with the knowledge of your secret,
satisfy me with contenment of your will,
counsel me with the company of your loved ones,
grant me proximity to you

burning incense

2009-01-01T15:07:00.001-08:00

the incense lays burning,
its fragrance permeates the air,
the ashes are the self
the selfless self

the incense lays burning,
the heat rises in smoke,
the tip is vanishing away
into the small red burning
light

2008-12-11T15:34:00.001-08:00

watching birds fly across lands and seas makes me feel free

third part of the night

2008-12-11T15:32:00.001-08:00

sometimes, i see a few stars,
sometimes, it's just the one,
but never a sky full of stars,
where the night sky is open
and naked. are the clouds always
present because they are hiding
secrets somewhere in the
honest midnight sky?

fear

2008-12-09T14:58:00.000-08:00

i read this somewhere:

We had planted our
feet in its quicksand
and for some reason,
our strength
pulled us out
when, maybe,
we should have fallen
to simply see
where everything else
leads us to.

circle of presence

2008-12-09T14:44:00.000-08:00

in sync, it flows
flows in every direction
but yet not limited to direction
the calling
the hearts
patterns of chants
commanding sways
inside outside
voices of their souls speak
meditation at its peak
hastening towards
the centre of life,
He.

Allah

waves of change

2008-12-09T14:34:00.000-08:00

and as the world changed and
thoughts rearranged;
a half made up mind,
a goodbye.

the ground beneath
is still solid and still
after the storm;
no words left,
a goodbye.

without a word,
with many words,
without silence,
with much silence,
waves of changes
rushed across
the seashore
of shells.

waves
find peace
in the calm wind.

cold

2008-12-05T15:54:00.000-08:00

oh, for a moment i have put the heart
on cold numb, minus degrees,
holding thoughts and emotions
clinging to the safe place in my mind
where possibilities are possible
and impossibilities are frozen
snowed under;

but sunshine is where i really want to be
rosily warm golden thoughts
where blessings are real
and hands and hearts are warm
light is reality
niche of lamps

bring me light
whenever salt and sorry meet

dhikr the nafs away

2008-11-26T16:26:00.000-08:00

the night is still and young;
the seekers you are among,
the praises of God on your moist tongue,
the litanies and prayers are waiting to be sung.

hearts shimmer, hearts are bright,
the smoke of incense fills the night

the moment

2008-11-26T16:20:00.000-08:00

a moment and its all gone
i want nothing but to be gone
to be gone without the world
the world without me
my soul wants that moment
that moment where its all gone
ecstasy momentarily
just God
all else perished
just God

blessed man of mercy (peace be upon him)

2008-11-26T16:16:00.000-08:00

http://www.meccaone.org/audio/13.mp3

like rumi without shams

2008-11-26T16:13:00.000-08:00

you are like nourishment to my soul
you feed my soul beauty
you are like sustenance to my soul
you give my soul patience
you are like a song to my soul
you give my soul lyrics
you are more than you ever know
and without you,
i feel like rumi without his friend shams
like rumi when he lost his friend shams

once upon a time

2008-11-16T15:43:00.001-08:00

the end arrived before the beginning.

literary illusions

2008-11-02T09:26:00.000-08:00

lost in literary illusions

of face value

knowing more than

what was learnt

swirls of grey

in debris of the

supposed unchanged

winds that did not

wake the sleeping

lost in translation

of application

love

2008-11-02T09:22:00.002-08:00

in the name of the most gracious, the most merciful.

wisdom of the inner
gentle outer
into the spiritual
of the mystical
words whispered
words connected
dreams turned
into moments of reality

2008-11-02T09:22:00.001-08:00

something inside me is breaking
narrative of this relentless emptiness
history of futures, and pasts of presents
don't want to be at war with myself or the
self of me that you want of me
i just want that sacred focus
no distractions.
just the One.

morning dhikr

2008-10-28T15:54:00.001-07:00

she tells her love in the moments
just before dawn breaks yellow sun
in hours of serenity
with divine words whispered from the spirit
as the earth springs life,
witness to high heavens;
and puts out trees and green
day after day
despite neglect

(based on robert graves's poem; she tells her love)

in the light of a silver moon

2008-10-15T06:10:00.000-07:00

silence is created

in the still of the midnight winds

hope is born

in the glimmer of a far-away star

palms are raised east

seeking to be sought

whirling dervish

2008-10-12T06:10:00.000-07:00

whirling towards the grace and love
drunk in that blessed epitome of He

seeking higher as circles of life
misalign straight lines of lives

material disposition in the feet's
composition as a devotion
comes to life

place of comforting discomfort

2008-10-12T06:07:00.001-07:00

this place of full potential
a new place
of unknown comfort
that discomforts
as the moment blossoms

unsure about
metaphors
stealing smiles
vibrating
the sky's
constellations

stars seeking
to light the path
of detached
numbness

unfamiliar peace
keeping unease
leading to
self destruct

narrative of truth

2008-10-12T05:58:00.000-07:00

narratives established
upon truth long known
before you were even born
but i just discovered the truth
but my truth is young
vulnerable against
your forefathers rooted truth
cultured traditions truth

you ask if my narratives
are those that have survived
the war of words and
thoughts that pierced
wounded souls
healing illusioned souls
on the battlefield

my narratives
healed long lost souls;
my narratives are alchemic
and turn my lead into gold.

yes, i know my narratives
were those sung along the path
of that which invested in
compromises and remakings

but my narratives are my path
in the making.

colours of islam - open pen V

2008-06-25T15:45:00.000-07:00

there is beauty in the equation of mankind;
a ratio of potential and capacity in the artist's eye,
the painting that makes you want to hold your breath
and gasp in amazement.

tears - open pen IV

2008-06-25T15:42:00.000-07:00

nights of solitude
with skies of grey
that dress the days
bleakly, and lazily.

the inside is like a dull
winter day. clouds growing
thick and damp.

salt condensed
in the watery clouds.
stormclouds muster
their heartbroken
misery.
and out falls

an ocean of endless regret.
a tide of salty repentance
that pours the shores of
faces.

loneliness - open pen III

2008-06-25T15:27:00.000-07:00

red eyes tainted
with insomnia.
her thoughts are
companions through
the night.

the walls serve
as her garment
as they close in
squeezing every
atom of hope
out.

shadows lurking
underneath the
grey skies.
her insecurities
blanket sleep.

searching desperately
for understanding.
her pain numbs
her soul.

looking past the
broken promises
and hours past long gone days
and half faked smiles
and smell of failed attempts.
she waits for her
loneliness to be
interrupted.

but she forgets
her loneliness is always
interrupted.
she forgets beyond the
grey skies are silver
linings of the heavens.

trees - open pen II

2008-06-12T16:30:00.000-07:00

leaves rustling
holding drops
from the skies
that green
their life lines
deeper.

old bark
skin of wisdom
rough from
witnessing
all kinds.

that shiver
of leaves when the
wind blows,
the glitter of
branches when the
sun glows.

trees. flag bearers
of nature.
whisper into
the air dreams
of days and
poetry of the past
and carvings
of lovers and
shades
from travels,
a break or picnic.

let's lie down under
the tree. let's climb
and try reach the clouds.
i wonder what the clouds feel
like. i wonder if my prayers
will get to the heavens
quicker from the top
of this tree.

planted beauty
at its peak
engraved into
the detail of
its very skin.

weeping willow,
chestnut, poplar,
cedar and fir trees.
the palestinian olive tree
that marks the struggle.
that date-palm tree.
or the tree of faith (eeman),
cooling shade of that
paradise tree.

ah trees!

dear mama

2008-06-10T16:44:00.000-07:00

i want to tell you a few things.
and thank you for teaching me
and letting me just be me.
but now, i know i'm not quite
the me you want me to be.
and i'm not sure if that me is
who i want to be. but i just
want you to know that i wish
you knew how hard it is not
to be the me you want me to
be but how much harder it is
when i am the me i want to be.
sometimes, if you could see
what it meant to be me.
and let it be.

dear mama, you originate from
the land where sacred winds blew
and trades grew.
the land of arabia. blessed
land of arabia. and now,
your sacred beginning
and now my humble
beginning. i'm trying to
piece together that past
of you and present me.

i lay eyes on your womb
that you once stroked me in.
the pain, it shivers the spine
of any words i want to utter to you.
your soul.
you mothered me.
and let me be.
and the transition.
my kohl lined eyes,
my sand complexion,
i am a part of you.
that past of you.
the future of me.

mother, like the ajwa
dates that heal that
we taste so sincere,
i bring these words to you.
i write a piece of me,
my inside. all that i feared
to say. i know how hard
you try but see
these words are the hardest.
the bravest i can be.
you humble me.

i know where we are now,
and father and his ways.
and tradition that marks
our days. and always has.
cycles of gossips that
make us compromise.
make me be another me,
confuse my identity.
but please know,
my dear mother,
you are my everything.

i know there was a time where
all i had were my lost ways,
my weak moments and
all that distrust.
but i have tears now
that fall for better reasons.

this change. better ways.
brighter days. conditional
love. hurt and more. i know.
but dear mama, the truth
remains i am me. not quite
the me you wanted me to be.
or want me to. but i am still
a part of you.

my world now exists as mine.
but i'm asking you.
i need a place inside ours.
our world because dear mama,
i love you.

Spring's Gift, Hamza Yusuf

2008-06-09T05:37:00.000-07:00

I envy the sand that met his feet
I’m jealous of honey he tasted sweet
Of birds that hovered above his head
Of spiders who spun their sacred web
To save him from his enemies
I envy clouds formed from the seas
That gave him cover from the heat
Of a sun whose light could not compete
With his, whose face did shine so bright
That all was clear in blinding night
I envy sightless trees that gazed
Upon his form completely dazed
Not knowing if the sun had risen
But felt themselves in unison
With those who prayed, and fasted too
Simply because he told them to
With truth and kindness, charity
From God who gave such clarity
His mercy comes in one He sent
To mold our hearts more heaven bent
I envy all there at his side
Who watched the turning of the tide
As truth prevailed and falsehood fled
And hope restored life to the dead
Men and Women through him found grace
To seek together God’s noble face
I envy the cup that gave him drink
His thoughts that helped us all to think
To be one thought that passed his mind
Inspiring him to act so kind
For me this world is not one jot
If I could simply be a thought
From him to God throughout the ages
As revelation came in stages
I pity all who think it odd
To hear him say there is one God
Or he was sent by God to men
To hone their spirits’ acumen
It’s pride that blinds us from the sight
That helps good men to see his light
He taught us all to be God’s slaves
And he will be the one who saves
Humanity from sinful pride
Muhammad has God on his side
So on this day be blessed and sing
For he was born to grace our Spring
With lilies, flowers, life’s rebirth
In a dome of green like his on earth

what inspires me? open pen I

2008-06-08T15:08:00.000-07:00

i'm inspired by everything and anything

i'm inspired by faith. and the spirit.
the heart and its wonders.
the heavens above. the words of God.

inspired by the rawness of reality that
people seek to capture in words.
by nature and its mystery.
sunlight and rainbows.
rain and earth.
inspired by the organic.
yesterday. today. tomorrow.
feelings. the hurt of pain.
the smiles of happiness.

inspired by the changes and experiences.
by who i am and who i was.

God is Beautiful,” said the Prophet
(peace and blessings be upon him),
“and He loves beauty.”

hope that answers the question.

open pen!

2008-06-05T18:14:00.000-07:00

i'm opening up this

floor space of my

humble blog to anyone

who has a subject or topic

they'd like me to

write a poem about -

or something that'll serve

as a muse for my next poem.

suggestions, comments, feedback etc -

just leave a comment

peace

senses

2008-05-09T16:41:00.000-07:00

burma iraq iran palestine
china bangladesh india
kenya saudi arabia america
egypt israel pakistan
lebanon russia france

i'm watching words of countries
write sentences of history
across the telivision screen
with a bomb and a scream -

i'm eating pollution and fertilisers
dancing in fats of things gone wrong
in green fields somewhere
unnatural -

i'm hearing tears and fears
trapped in white houses and
somewhere officially democratic
but this unofficial process of instability
that killed millions and more -

i'm smelling the decay of decomposition
of minds, intellect and souls
playing up to devils temptations
with no resistance
passively -

i'm listening to debates of nonsense
and press conferences hosted
by united comics that
speak a language so cold -

i'm seeing many worlds
break and be broken
a sign that maybe
this world is coming to an end -

heaven's gold touch

2008-05-09T16:32:00.000-07:00

daylight blue
sunshine gold
grass green

smooth light
deepens
into the earth
summer's here again;
flowing air of breezes
stills -
warm scents of sunrays
dance on the daisies -
soft sunshine
so sweet.

praise the Creator -

sunshine

2008-04-18T16:14:00.000-07:00

strolls in the park
dog protection services
sunshine patterns on the pavements
we chase.
gold sparks dusted
the morning.
warm whispers
free falls and rolls
on green grass
summer love blooming
as trees grow leaves
that will blow against
the wind to another
place and witness
more.

highway to heaven

2008-03-25T16:38:00.001-07:00

this road leading upwards
hums the strings of life;
the consistency

of harmonic visions.

visions aligned underneath
the heaven stars;
some place better
and far.

where prayers
flutter and fly
and angels
send praises up high.

and the clouds hold
the melodious
blessings -
for those
rainy days.

broken

2008-03-22T18:06:00.000-07:00

broken moments that cleanse the air
to provide breaks in between pollution.

let wisdom lead the way,
let silence be the music,
let yourself be none.

complex moments that teach us
to nurture and give gratitude to where it's due.

let beauty unearth itself,
let souls be aware,
let it fall in place.

2008-03-22T18:01:00.000-07:00

in the ocean of arrogance,
can you find a measure of humility?

this poet. what poet?

2008-03-14T15:35:00.001-07:00

do i carefully construct these words
to build a picture of colourful emotion?
do i write about the sun and its rays
that gaze upon my face?
like a black and white given colour.
or shall i write about the troubles
and trials that purify?
or the blessings that trickle
down my window?
or do i let my
silence speak volumes?
or the mothers in gaza,
the blood filled streets and
the olive tree?
do i narrate the
stories of
yesterday and long
ago?
of the news
that headline
my train journeys?
will the words give life
to the visions it holds?
or will it lament
the stolen smiles
of my people?
of broken dreams,
yours and mine?

underneath your skin

2008-03-14T03:57:00.001-07:00

underneath your skin
there's no flesh or
blood of men that feel

underneath your skin
there lay nothing to
make thy heart seem real

underneath your skin
i hope there lay
something that will
make it heal

melting freeze

2008-03-08T05:55:00.000-08:00

if only moments of comfort could be frozen
to be melted during winter nights
to give warmth to the cold of thy heart

snatched

2008-02-25T14:33:00.000-08:00

you pour your heart and soul into this
only for it to be taken away from you
after -

meaningless grumblings
and silence of isolation
trembles the airwaves

you think the grass is greener now
that you're on the other side
but things don't quite seem the
same -

feelingless mumblings
and air of friction
shakes the soundwaves

the one II

2008-02-07T16:08:00.001-08:00

seeking answers together
when questions arise

interrupted by a cuppa and a cookie

and some more finding after

as the futures lay untold

curved in these lines

hope to come

grey and old days

spent coloured

with mercy.

wholeness captivated beyond words

this calm stillness

soft tender beats of

contentment
with the divine decree

as fingers curl in hopes of
gravitating towards paradise
as this world becomes
just a whisper
a breath away

make words flow into
pieces of poetry and yearnings;
make smiles roll into
long laughters so giggly;
make the touch of palms
healings of special feelings;

faults and wrongs seem a distance
away with warmth of being
and togetherness;
gracefully

buried in yesterdays away from tomorrows
keeping focus on the Higher

fragrance breezes the air
through to the heavens
in celebration of
our union

---

in this landscapes of stars
and heavenly silk sparks
melting moments
that reach this flow so deep
illuminated peak
of harmonious love
and
embrace affection so un-earthly

in this elegance
of simpler days
and patience so ample

to better ways
deepening
with time
and space

---

when words don't quite say enough

there are those
little smiles
that nurture and
keep our melody safe
and bridge the distances between words
that
flow of an outpour
of two as
one
punctuated by
the shy glances
of
sparkling eyes
that speak
and ripple
generosity
so blessed

---

a sacred fountain of love
and surprises and more
weaving moments delicately

close to perfection

aspiring to days
when khadija
loved her beloved, the beloved*
* (sallahu 'alayhi-wasalaam)

as our souls fly the prayer of gratitude;
in praise of the One, the Almighty

rain, rain; come again!

2008-01-31T15:49:00.000-08:00

and as that droplet
of peace
lays upon
the earth,
wets the ground;
as they meet,
they create
an ounce of peace.

raining
the land
with blessings of heaven.

it spreads the earth
with hope;
it gushes the soil
with trees that
branch out
towards the sky;
to seek
the light.

as blessings
flow and mist
the air;
i hear the skies
opening.

2008-01-23T14:34:00.000-08:00

sorry about the lack of updates.

will be writing more words across this page
in the next days God willing.

words

2008-01-03T18:19:00.000-08:00

as the youths discuss bhutto over peri-peri chicken,
and the camplit fires host opinions of another junction;
drives of resolving our aqeedah confusions and
the cafe mochas sip the world's economy
and events bloody
"where does the solution of our problems lie?"
the words many have sought and many have a die,
these ketchup-stained fingers are red with blood
that drips of passion that stagnate at words;
as if words are all we have to hate.

tears survive the millions as their weakness
fails to strengthen the acts of men
who stay locked in the schisms of
the -isms of illusionism.
and seal the deal
with nothing real;
just words.

words written in a rage
on some online page
that seem to engage
but not quite
wage that revolution.

shifting lands and sands
that raise protesting hands
that don't quite seem to be
heard in this
democracy so absurd.

can these words speak
the hunger and thirst
and fear the worst.

surge of poetic
rush that
urge the words
to spill.
overflow
and spark
a fire.

as lovers feast
upon their words
of yeast
that bake them
warmth
and they
rain words
of showers of love
that fruit their
soil and blossom
above.

words of love.

the shadows multiply
meanings
of fallings and
failings
out of reach
you hear
men's speech
that screech
of brakes
threatened
by the red of
warning
like trafficlight.

troubled by the
thought of words that
speak. that speak
into your mind
and heart and soul.
afraid of being
touched by words.

as words build
barriers of defeat
lies the erasing
of words. just
delete.

extremes
of self-inflicted
bruises
shot bullet
wordings across
sides of one.

words that
read and break
and make
and forsake.

as the world
mirrors this
dissatisfaction;
there lay a lesson.

a lesson of words.

their hands

2008-01-03T18:16:00.000-08:00

as their hands flutter places
and wave words;
their movements
light their
speech;
painting expressions
that speak of
words;
unfolding the
mysteries
that lay in
their stories.
the stories of
their soul.
their hands.

heart of a midnight

2008-01-03T18:06:00.000-08:00

left hanging on the shadow's edge
as it falls apart
in this midnight of a heart
caught in a prism of silence

tick tock

2007-12-28T17:44:00.000-08:00

drowning in eloquent endeavours
lest i sink deeper

rescuing unspoken words
lest they speak your mind

floating in the tomorrow
lest it finds more sorrow

cradling the youth of time
lest it ticks past mine

undiscovered

2007-12-28T17:42:00.000-08:00

lay hidden in the shells
of tomorrow if they find you;
for they seek you blindly.

isolated sincerity

2007-12-27T12:43:00.000-08:00

in isolated moments
lay this
sincerity that transcends
infused with this elegance
rooted in pure reflection
in this oral tradition

that's captured on grassroot level
with poet-trees of singing leaves
and sweeping soil that births
the plants that green
green
the fields serene

cracked with rays
of sunshone sparks

nomadic dreams

2007-12-22T09:57:00.000-08:00

interrupted fragments of these melodious thoughts

that sing and weave themselves like

morrocan mosaics

that flow within the wind

these poetic pieces craving justice

like raw revolutionaries

that speak and rave

of wanting better ways

that hope;

that seek

given life by

the r h y t h m of the rain

from the heavenly skies

who?

2007-12-22T09:54:00.000-08:00

of questions unanswered

when doors unlocked.

of painful departures

where souls lay broke.

of bursts of sunshine

on the fields so green.

the shards of fragmented

hopes frozen.

of sheltered ways

withincaves of concrete.

from rigid ways

to seeking with seekers.

to a shadow risen

awake to traditional

ways of nomadic days.

to the memories

that made an

existence.

to the books of written that

opened and

found me.

of dreams

to break and mend.

of wounds and emotions

that live.

of identities that layered

the colours.

the journey still goes on

a thousand miles on.

the solitude of those

arabian nights.

to the whispers of

serenity that wrapped

and cloaked insanity.

footsteps towards the light.

the wind still breezes

like satin to my soul

damascus - old & new

2007-12-22T05:05:00.001-08:00

the barren landscapes of Damascus
the slopes of sand shaped
by the desert heat
amongst its' valleys and mountains
lay the dead voices that speak
of history
of ancient nomadic ways
and rustic centuries of back-in-the-days
evoking the cry of the martyrs' mothers
with bloodstained hopes and visions
the pollution of Damascus
with it's flies that love to
seek the taste of foreign blood
and the home-made 'ugarit cola'
the winning words and minds
of the people of tomorrow
whilst the call to prayer echoes
far and wide
as the bustling trade quietens down
into the horizon of another day

lost

2007-12-15T17:44:00.000-08:00

lost in the wilderness of tomorrow
and thoughts that last forever
in the cycle of the mind.

lost in the search of tomorrow
and visions that reach out
so far beyond words that define.

lost in the forever of happily ever after
and promises that do
not keep and break so unkind.

wordless moment

2007-12-06T16:46:00.000-08:00

there are no words.
there is not one word.
but yet the page is so busy
busy filled with words
that do not speak.

there are textures
of feelings and waves
of euphoria.

but no words.

grey skies of a rainbow

2007-12-06T14:26:00.000-08:00

these grey skies shape the landscapes
of crisp clean white drapes
drapes of pure raindrops
a glimpse of life splatters against the treetops

grand textures of sunlight that meet
these drops
let a rainbow flourish in the skies
of yesterdays and tomorrows

fragmentation

2007-11-27T15:45:00.000-08:00

fragmented wayfarers
unsure
trapped in miscommunicated
wordings
and unsound happenings.

cringe-ing with chaos
across ends lost
without ethos.

interrupted intentions
that now seem so
distant
with a wrong judgement
in the right movement
of the student.

excuse me being so blunt.
the matter is urgent
than pretending
of the silent.
yes, we're still patient.
but the matter is too many
too recent.

to forget is to not
revive the passion.
sincerity is the option
but it's been outrun
by the devil.

in this cycle
of viciousness.

seek the simpler

poetic harmony

2007-11-27T15:38:00.001-08:00

the words that float
like notes in a rhythmic
melody
that sing
of bounty
upon bounty

this poetic harmony
that transcends
beyond the boundary
seeking deeply

this poetic harmony
listen gently
as the words
take flight
with wings
of glad
tidings.

bursting with
the sunshine.

dawn dreamings

2007-11-26T03:02:00.000-08:00

warm dreams
that rise
through this maze
of light
journeying
the seven heavens

skyhigh whispers
that breathe
the dawn dreamings
of the soul
whilst it reddens

as the birth
of winter dreams
warm the
solitudal distance

realisation
fills the
once foreign
air of balance

resulting
in this passionate
dawn
full of dreamings
and divine
cleansings

dwellers on the sand

2007-11-21T16:23:00.000-08:00

the nomads that wayfare
on lands between the sands,
camels between tribes of
various strands,
seeking to understand
the longlost earth
lost between broadband
and wasteland.

these dwellers that
dwell on the sand
with their tied
camels
and trust
beyond
heavens.

turkish delight

2007-11-21T14:21:00.000-08:00

a soft embrace
my heart goes someplace
enveloped in heavenly grace.

you bring delight to me.
bring a sense of beauty.

like whirling dervishes in
white twirling away
the midnight
underneath the moonlight.

you bring delight to me.
a little touch of mystery.

rosewater to the
river of me.
flowing in between
the things to be.

you bring delight to me.
galaxies of the universe milky.

ummah-hood

2007-11-17T17:08:00.000-08:00

onceuponalongtime ago
distinguished
thought and theory
that filtered in the lands
of arabia
pumped the veins
of this longlost ummah.

but soon dust settled
upon the caliphate that onceuponatime ago
had an emergence of harmonious thoughts
that flowed
into streams of consciousness
almost ageless;

bridging their distance to eternity.
now its all modernity. post-liberalism
capitalism-schism.

ungrounded calamity;
just
one big globalised
neo-colony.

pieces of history
to peace together;
war-torn pages of
stories shriek
echoes of rage;
as our senses sleep
through being
pulled
in a quicksand
of inconvenient
ramblings;
incoherent
strategies,
wikipedia edited entries,
false
illusions of
subliminal
realities.

paranoid of its
grand perspective
that once
humbled the lands
unspeakably, unbreakably
unfragmented
the fragment with the rope of unity.

in need of some political-spiritual-psychological-eye-opening awakening.

a utopian vision
with sharia precision.

al lughatal arabi

2007-11-16T16:12:00.000-08:00

verb forms
grammar norms
head storms

identity crisis

2007-11-14T16:12:00.000-08:00

as i sit upon the continents of the globe
i seek to redefine the internal politics
within me.
layers upon layers of imperialism;
i find myself within the countries
i hear on the news daily.
but is that how its supposed to be?
am i not defined by what i see?
or is it about my family?
my lineage and ancestry?
maybe it's about the company.
do they define me to be?
questions and questions
but im seeking answers
because this nomad's travelled acres.
from turkey to india
yemen and maybe even china
i'm talking the whole of asia
set within the heart of africa
that adds a little flavour extra
like hands painted with henna
they speak of dreams and days to come
fragrants smells of welcome
that come to define me
shape me
and let me be
through this the world i see
and i made myself my own
little country
where there'll be some palm trees
and the voice of a thousand stars
and dreams that'll stretch afar
to the heavens

14 centuries ago.

2007-11-11T15:42:00.001-08:00

can you hear the faint echo
of 14 centuries ago?

where the oral
traditions served
as heirloom preserved
in actions.

can you smell the lingering
fragrance of 14 centuries ago?

the incensely musk
that flowed through
the meccan air.

can you taste the sharing
of bread 14 centuries ago?

the one shared with thy
neighbour and more.

can you touch the words
of 14 centuries ago?

prescribed and printed,
written with the pens of reed.

can you see the vision of
14 centuries ago?

of peace that weaves
the ummah that now
sleeps and revives
the words of 14 centuries ago
for the centuries to follow.

the sky high oasis

2007-11-02T16:38:00.000-07:00

as these scattered thoughts
ignite
the fire that once
lit the night.

where the books
inspired the souls,
and whispered
themselves
unto an
oasis
where the secrets
of the heavens
unravelled;
and
the revelation
spoke of wonders
so deep;
as the insatiable
appetites of
their souls
glimmered
like stars
on a dark
night
and the gems
of wisdom glistened
the skies
in the moonlight.

all praise is due to the Creator of the heavens and the earth

the one (revised version)

2007-10-28T16:02:00.000-07:00

i wrote this a long time ago and decided to revise it and now, it's very long!

united in the blessed union
sprinkled with the blessings
of heavens and earths;
those of love and mercy placed
between us by the Divine.
half of what i'm striving towards,
he gives me the bonus points i need.
wrapped in divine grace fearing none but He;

humbling steps towards the higher.
gentle words that kindle love.
his whispers encourage
creativity and inspire me
in the way of the wayfarer.
half my deen; he'll be half my deen.

the fiery spirit

that flutters within

the humbling hearts

that linger for

every moment

as it speaks of

compassion and affection

adorned with the following of
the most perfect example;
peace be upon him.

the pillow fights and race

as the creation of

tranquil home made

memories like photographs

between

the fusion of

intellectual thoughts,
talking about God, politics and hope.
incoherent ramblings, that, this
and anything. with everything.

blossoming together from
buds to a

duet of

baraka and love
drowned in the

manifestation of

His Mercy.
like spiritual dove like,

like the break of dawn
rises with wings of

hope and fear in Him.

the nights where

the moonlight will be
sparks of loving gazes,

and this strange surreal

serenity will

penetrate the air.

the sense of sakinah.

thoughts and actions based
on the examples
of the pious before us;
late night words of wisdom we share,
snippets of longtimeago memories that we laugh at,
candle light dinners on the floor sunnah style.
with scents of arabian musk filling the air.

unconditional for the sake
of the One, the Only.

just when beginning to fly
he becomes my other wing
my mujahid fearing none but Allah.
like interwined cloaks;
garments protecting one another
for from his rib was i.
he recites in melodious tones

the words
of the sacred revelation;

sharing with me

the pearls of wisdom

and gems of knowledge,
benefitting me

in ways more

than one.
never ceasing

to amaze me;
aspiring towards

the sacred wisdom together.
oasis like;

conscious of our

simple lives.

as the winds whisper
and the stars shimmer,
residing in the hope of He;
to seek the doors of heaven

and even in the moments

in which we do not speak,

much lies in the unspoken.

for him, i will be most grateful;
he is to be my sole soul soldier.
comforting like a heavenly essence.
celebrating that which Allah has blessed us with.

consumed in The Most Merciful's rememberance.
deepening of the spirits of marvels that await
when the mere marvels we witness
in this lowly life amaze us
embracing trials and tribulations
with patience and prayer;
together.

pearls of my imagination lead me to
wonder the intricate details;
of initimacy at its sacred peak

the scent of the sacred

2007-10-28T15:45:00.000-07:00

the comforting words of the sacred
lay peace upon the heart that beats

like the feeling of being in
between soft smooth silk sheets

and your heart lays still
in tune with the divine will

so do not break
although your heart may ache

let your broken heart
be healed
with the visions of the green fields

fields of heaven
and let it be
mended

with the scent of the sacred

2007-10-21T14:47:00.000-07:00

what's more complicated than having a million choices, each more open for you to follow, some seem easier than others, some ways more inviting, others seem difficult but so rewarding, some just seem like the easy way out.

you can make whatever choice you want - what do you do? if you do one thing, you might miss another opportunity.

internal monologues

2007-10-18T14:32:00.000-07:00

i now lay beyond
the known
and unknown

with puzzled
pieces of the
torn and shreds worn

those days of rapid
thought that reading
bore.
fascination that gave
birth to more.

there was a time it
almost made sense

revolutionary rants,
idealistic hopes,
ideas that thirst
the intellect.

now the
edge of the world
lays still.

dusty metaphors,
sloppy similies,
un-imaginative
ponderings.

do i need say more?

farewell ramadhan

2007-10-15T14:31:00.000-07:00

the days of heavenly essence
where moments mattered
and equaled millions

with our humbled hopes of seeking
with our weeping words of forgiving

how these days passed us by
left us with a lingering taste
of wanting more

where the nights of
value that we sought

and the dawns of
divinity of deep thought

poetry that paints

2007-10-12T10:25:00.000-07:00

to paint a picture
with the colours
of these words
that streak a
moment of life.

to capture
a story.
to expand a
thought.
to narrate
words.
to feel
and let it
be felt.

to write
is to speak
the poetry
that paints.

illuminated silence

2007-10-10T12:29:00.000-07:00

solitude is illuminated with
a silvery silence

the soul that does not speak
reflect, take to a higher peak

secluded souls amidst shadows

randomness

2007-10-10T12:09:00.000-07:00

revive the truth to life
with words that mean

let them evolve
in this patchwork of life
sown between the beaded efforts
to leave behind our legacy
when the words will cease to mean

resuscitate the truth to life

lyrical flow

2007-10-06T15:58:00.004-07:00

composition
of lyrical
philosophy
that flow
oh so naturally
on the virtual
realm of reality.

tap tap
typing away more.

freeflowingwordsthatdontmakesense
rantingravingexpressingemotionalness

philosophising experiences and heartfelt things

scattered thoughts lay bare. to be learnt from. to be understood from.
teach and be taught. seeking answers from questions.
contextualise thoughts. structuring words.
deep words that flow. creative therapy.

heaven

2007-10-06T15:58:00.003-07:00

eternal eternity awaits us,
we'll reap what our hands will sow,
we'll sow what our hearts contain.

rivers of milk that flow endlessly,
wine that does not intoxicate,
anxiously we await our fate.

precious stones that glimmer,
garments of soft silk,
that which no eye has ever seen;
no imagination can ever conjure.

bricks of gold,
cement of heavenly things,
pulpits of silver,
musk filling the air,
trunks of jewels
on the tall trees that provide
everlasting shade.

rocks of pearls
and jewels
and diamonds,
fruits sweeter
than honey,
scattered pearls
and more.

sweet springs of water
and
everything heavenly
like that of al kawthar.

the souls of
matryrs
reside in
green birds
that retire
to the golden
lamps
that hang
from the shade
of the throne.
stars that shine.

delight
and rejoice!

alas!

when the majestic sight is shown
the Majesty of
the Almighty

"Some faces, that Day, will beam (in brightness and beauty);
Looking towards their Lord;" [75:22-23]

the most merciful.
the Light of
their Lord;
the greatest reward
when the veil is
removed.

bliss and bliss,
peace upon peace,
jannatul firdaus.

soil of serenity,
glad tidings upon those
who profess and believe
and work deeds accordingly.

may Allah make us people of paradise and grant us the biggest reward of all rewards. may Allah grant us His pleasure and make us sincere in our worship.

ameen

"This world is a prison for the believer and a paradise for the disbeliever.”

unknown

2007-10-06T15:57:00.002-07:00

moments that speak,
dejavus and memories;
inclinations hard to resist,
telltales signs of an echo,
echo from before,
long long ago.

devoid and void;
broken promises;
where do i begin?

left in vain;
only one way to gain;
serenity i seek;

tender sleep
no more;

ascestic visions
daydream
more.

friendship

2007-10-06T15:57:00.001-07:00

“You may be happy enough going along,
but with others you’ll get farther, and faster.

Every prophet sought out companions.
A wall standing alone is useless,
but put three or four walls together,
and they’ll support a roof and keep
the grain dry and safe.

When ink joins with a pen, then the blank paper
can say something. Rushes and reeds must be woven
to be useful as a mat. If they weren’t interlaced,
the wind would blow them away.

Like that, God paired up
creatures, and gave them friendship.”

~ excerpts from “On Being Woven” from The Essential Rumi

taken from http://alhidayastudent.wordpress.com/tag/poetry/

ya ummati

2007-10-06T15:55:00.005-07:00

these trials we face/
tribulations that we encounter/
a test of our faith/
to fall and be fallen/
to rise and be risen/
defying temptations/
despite the suffering
of our souls/
that cry the blood
of our tears/
tears of grief and sorrow/
but tomorrow/
lies another
challenge/
another canvas
to be painted on/
paint with
the brush
of deeds/ strokes
of mercy/ colours
of starry
blues/
of skies that
rise up to
the seven heavens;
envision and capture
pictures of faith/
capturing
the passer-by's
sight/
seeing you in flight/
of words and
prayers/
the pain and the
grief/
lead to seek/
seek strength
from the depths
of me/
and we/
the collective
force.

"united we stand; divided we fall"

pilgrimage of purification

2007-10-06T15:55:00.003-07:00

take this pilgrimage/
where souls find peace/
remembering He/
ever so majestically/
this pilgrimage
where the pilgrim
leaves behind/
forgetting memories
and possessions/
flowing so delicately;
words from soul to soul;
feelings that free
from the lowly
illusions;
gradually focusing
on the true struggle;
sleepless longings
comforted by
waves of natural rhythm;
tides of rescue
in the monsoon of life;

this pilgrim
tells
of sands that speak
of the footsteps
that once seeped
into its grains so deep.

of trees that witnessed
changes and revolutions
of majestic
empires and conclusions.

of hearts that feel
sorrows and joys
of deep beats.

of souls that
yearned for the
sacred blessings;
for the purity
of the ritual;
purifying
with words
of rememberance
that run
ever so
eloquently
off their
moist
tongues;

hoping for forgiveness,
joy because its possible,
heaven through His Mercy.

dawn

2007-10-06T15:55:00.001-07:00

the morning light
of meditation;
golden rays of
supplication;
winds that flow
of blessings;
clouds that
cover the sky
in its humility;
soils of hope
that we walk
along the path
of seekers;
scattered dust
floating
about; dust
that covers
the rust
of our hearts;
the shade
of the trees
that cool
the anger
of the earth
against
those who
wronged her.

the sun rises;
for yet another dawn
enveloped
in colours
of mercy
and light;

the revolution of the nomad

2007-10-06T15:52:00.004-07:00

let your hearts be
humbled;
let your ego
be crumbled.

the dark mountains
lofty and high;
the wind that howls
lets out a sigh;

from the minaret
the call to prayer
you hear;
your soul has nothing but
He to fear;

the mingling
of the sounds of mere
dunya;

mighty are still
the fallen ways
in which dwellers
lay in
their caves
meditating;

of travels like
ibn battutah;
of whirling
dervishes
like rumi;
of writings
like al haddad;
of spirit
like
al ghazali;
of words
like ali ibn talib;

most of all;
of mercy
like
the beloved
of Allah
(sallahu alayhi wasalaam)

the snomad

2007-10-06T15:52:00.001-07:00

the snomad's soul
is restless, wayfaring
the ways that many
have tread before;
the paths that bear
witness to
footsteps in
pursuit
of sacred knowledge.
through trails where
many envision themselves
and have been laid bare
to be.
to be drifted along
with the drift
of those who seek.

the snomad
searches for uncharted
territority to call
towards sacred divinity;
"come forth, experience
this tranquility"

imagine; how many have
called the same call,
fallen that same fall,
risen that same rise,
spoken that same speech;
all this serves as a reminder.

reminder of our nature;
reminder of nature;
reminder of reality.

to know

2007-10-06T15:51:00.005-07:00

forsake thy self
in order to know;
a breath of mercy
in utterance of
words;
words that
create
consciousness;
to yearn
to hear the
melody
of paradise;
to stir my heart
in proximity;
purify;
instill the courage;
go beyond
and embrace
guidance
bestowed upon
thee.

wake for worship,
seek for solace,
tread towards tranquility

displaced

2007-10-06T15:51:00.003-07:00

home is where the
heart is;
nomads
in native sand
lies a betweeness
of proximity
and distance;
the state of the
wanderer;
rising, never
compromising;
a step towards,
a step above.

like sweet tamarind
dreams that are
still shelled
in their cases,
shy to
be seen;
protected
in its'
natural habitat.
so in place
yet displaced.

expanding
mental
spirituality
drowning
flowing;
potential
capacity.

raw manifested;
so pure;
displaced
in this dunya.

a seeker

2007-10-06T15:51:00.001-07:00

new and broken,
like the wayfarer thats spoken;

intellectually stagnated,
universally fragmented;

step forward
but taken backward;

seeking solace,
seeking solace;

dry words that
don't go beyond
the throat;

but searching harder,
dedicated seeker;

seeking spiritual
enlightenment;

if thoughts
could kill,

if intentions
could speak,

witness upon
witness
do we
create;

seeking,
seeking.

old and repaired,
traditionally,
a seeker.

fading rainbow

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in the grey of a fading rainbow/
where colours seem long gone/

in the grey of a lasting sorrow/
where nights seem longer

in the grey of awaiting tomorrow/
where the unexpected is expected

in the grey of seeking solace/
where attempts seem neglected

in the grey of a fading rainbow/

hope

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like that heart that has been
pierced by many arrows
that it can no longer be pierced/

like that candle that has been
burnt that it no longer can
provide light/

like that flower that wilted
away that it is no longer
beautiful/

like a fragrance that has
ended that it is no longer
sweet smell-ing/

like that seeker that
has sought paths
in search of something
that never manifested/

like that soldier that
fought a battle that
never ended/

we lose hope but hope is essential to surviving;
getting over things and moving on;
hope for reward/
for tranquility/
for proximity