Awaken

Entrusting my cherished soul

To the vibe of my beating heart

Thinking through my happy mind

About the affairs of what keeps me sane

I wake up with you in my mind

You run through my vain in the day

Am I obsessed or am I insane?

Even while I sleep my soul keeps u alive

Feeling at ease to know you are doing fine

Waiting for a beep to know you are there 

Thanking Him High knowing you are hearty

A sincere heart throbbing for the sake of Him High

Deeply cherishing soul with a changing heart

Beating in else’s chest is a tricky trade

I can testify mine it sees only yours

My soul, my heart and mind sing only your song 

Risking a heart hoping it has found home

Trusting with an open mind dusting dust

Bonding with yours alone assuring

Please take me to my old age still yearning

As my body slowly age

And my heart slowly beats

I hope my mind will still know

That my soul feels only you

Your's

As the air is always blowing 

Flowers are always in season

Bees are always collecting 

Rivers are always flowing 

Minds are always thinking

Blood will keep on flowing

Hearts are always beating

Mine will always be yours 

Oh My Child

Month after month within me

Pain after pain laboured

Wound after wound healed

Cry after cry all nights

Sleep after sleep deprived

Drunk like a hangover felt

Feed after feed all hurts

Feed you must or we both hurt 

Love after love we bond 

Days after days you grow 

Smile after smile I can’t have enough of you

Time after time you will not let go of me

Bath after bath adorned

Tap after tap you clapped

Dap after dap you crawled 

Step after step you walked

Play after play you learned

Hug after hug you yearned

Da after da you began

Ma after ma I yearn

Word after word you spoke 

Song after song we sang

Roll after roll we played 

Walk after walk we left

Mile after mile we went

Year after year you grew 

Term after term you schooled

Break after break we rejoiced

School after school you changed

Friends after friends you made

Tell after tell I hear 

Grown you have dear child 

Away you have to be most times

Learn after learn don’t stop

Kindness upon kindness u must show

Brave you must be out there 

I know I can always count on you

I know we must part some day

Your mother I will always be

My child you will always be

That is our God given stamp 

Make me proud where ever you may be

Pray for me when I am no more.

On a Holiday

Living in a time away from him my zest,
Not in that way of being Mamas pet,
Not as should be of my Hubby's best,
between the two on a holiday nest.

Have been with mum since my early days,
Could never be away but for those study days,
I loved and cherished those lovely days,
They made me what i am today.

I am now a mum under my hubby's care,
life is still on but on a different route,
I have build a home that i love so much,
that being away takes my breath away.

My Poetry Pie

My Poetry Pie: My Poetry Pie

Guilt

A guilty mind ever restless
With those guilty eyes kept clueless
Mind stressed and deeply hopeless
An action heavily thoughtless,
With an action surely careless

A guilty mind full of emptiness
Have done wrong with intentions
While trying to cover
He commits another
Gradually ascending a crocked ladder

A guilty mind is hopeless
For it has chosen a path of emptiness
But to its clueless thought its wittiness
In his world he term it success
Who will help him out of that darkness?

Strange Situations

Strange situation I call the moment
When one falls in love with an enemy
Is it love or hatred?
That could be a sweet sorrow.

Strange situations keep falling
Yesterday’s richest, today's poorest
Is that imaginary or realistic?
This is just destiny on stage

Strange is the situation
When the most beautiful girl
Is addressed with an ugly name
Certainly, there exists another face beyond her beauty.

Strange situations keep falling
When nudity becomes the pride of dressing
Is this vogue or insanity
Maybe nature is recycling its habit

Strange are always the moments
When situations turn puzzling
Such is life but we must be careful
Queer situation and inevitable by nature

Strange situations are eternal
So man has to be up and doing
To fit in the most strangest of moments
When the final trumpet is blown and lives resurrected.

A PHONE

Dear talking phone

You take my voice around the world

And get strange voices right into my ear

I smile, I laugh, I scream on you

But sometimes sad of what you say

You keep me close to the loved ones far
You let me know that they are fine
I keep you close and you keep me close
To my closest ones I dear not to miss
I miss u when am not with you
I make sure you are on and battery full
When you are off, i get stuck and out of reach
I miss their chats, I miss their laughs and I miss the gist of my dearest ones

This Visitor Doesn't Knock

He is a stranger we don’t acquaint

And a visitor man doesn’t want

He makes a soul departs its form

To dwell in a place a soul had earned
He takes a soul in every way
Asleep, awake, conscious or not
He takes the old and takes the young
He spears no soul when its time is due
Are you aware that the clock does tick?
And at every tick, He is closing up
On you and me without a break
It’s an ending world we have to leave
To go back home where we belong
And tell The Lord what we have done
But what have we earned on our record books?
Raqib and Atid don’t miss a deed
Performed in dark or broad day light
We still can breathe Alhamdulillah
We’ve got the chance to earn more goods
And erase the bads that we have done
Izra’il doesn’t knock on any door
No guards or wealth can stand his way
Munkar and Nakeer are waiting too
At the silent yard and below the grown
There in the grave man is on-his-own.
No guard, no power or a bribe to give
Ridwan and Malik are waiting too
One guard the heaven and one guards the Hell
The home of Peace and the home of Doom
May we live in peace and leave in peace

Bizarre

A bad desire,
Is always bizarre,
With that spreader,
Igniting the fire,
Get that extinguisher,
To quench the fire,
And turn the desire,
In the right manner,
To shun the spreader,
Of the bad manners.

I See The World

I see the world;
In a transient mood,
Man lives today,
But tomorrow is gone.

I see the world;
With a vision that is not new,
With a glare that have since been seen,
And a sense that is straight and free.

I see the world;
As a thing produced,
With a map directed,
As a guide untainted.

I see the world;
As a traveler does,
He comes today and leaves tomorrow,
And makes sure he takes a provision not to be stranded ahead.

I see the world;
As a farmer does,
He has to work hard when the sky showers,
For him to get his heart delight.

I see the world;
In a simple state,
Everything is straight,
When you keep God in your heart.

I see the world;
In a circle of life,
What you do today,
Will be waiting for you one day.

I see the world;
As it should be,
I don't see the world my way,
And I like it that way.

Eclipse Of The Hearts

He loves her but never told her
She loves another man but never told him
He feels pleased when ever he sees her
She gets delighted when ever she sees the other man
He feels snappy seeing her in any man’s company
She feels green to see the other man around girls
He could take no more poison
She discovered he loves her
While she has fallen for another man
She also could take no more venom
She is about to declare it
Could that be eclipse of three hearts?
What could destiny be holding?

Oh My Nation!

A rich nation,
Spread by God,
But leaving in starvation,
And highly malnourished.

Bestowed upon some keepers,
Who call themselves leaders?,
Swearing on Holy Books,
With wholly sealed hearts.

Ruling in generations,
Pen robbing its provisions,
In successions succeeding,
In bribery and corruption.

Intertwined and inter-twisted,
Highly interconnected,
In their mafia world,
Blocking penetration.

Could you shout thief,
In a market full of thieves,
You could shout but in vein,
Within a system of thieves.

Amendments upon amendments,
Budgeting upon budgets,
Contracting upon contracts,
All equal to self allocations.

Its keepers are losers,
And nothing but looters,
It needs our combined efforts,
To clean their mess off our land.

Temper

That fast pressure,
Is attracting quick breath,
Dragging the blood to a hot point,
Within a twisted heart.
That piercing emotion,
Leading a soul to darkness,
Double blinded in a foggy mood,
The sneaking whisperer is busy.
Take a deep breath at once,
Sure the ears can hear,
Even if the heart is blind,
The eyes are wide.
Don’t let the whisperer run in the veins,
So chant some incantations,
The whisperer shall be cast away.

The Weather

The wind is busy

It drives the sea crazy

It feels so chilly

And the sky is partly heavy

It will soon be rainy

And I have to get ready

So what exactly is the weather?

It is windy

It is cloudy

The rain will be patchy

And a little bit sunny

But later on will be snowy

So must dress all weather

For it’s a British weather

Meditation

Take a chance to be just with your soul;
Away from every worldly sour,
To be in the spiritual world,
And communicate just with your Lord.
It is a flight every soul will love to board,
To tie a bond between a creation and it’s Lord,
And live in peace amidst the odds around the world.

Hear Me!

My hearty message to honey,

Great wind that distributes affairs,

Deliver my message gently,

On your way of distribution fairly,

Tell sweetie my love is unconditional,
It pierces through north or southern boundary,
Tell love my soul craves for him badly,
Unbounded is my love east or westerly.

Try and tell my message tenderly,
To steal his glossy heart charmingly,
Tell him I need him badly,
His name I mention soundly.

Let him know I sought with strength and energy,
But now unwell with gloom of melancholy,
Let him take instance greenery,
How it looks when the sky is not showery.

Say I need his snug so badly,
For my heart is full of injury,
He knows I deserve not such tragedy,
For my heart has turned his gallery.

Say my ears have heard no melody,
Ever since I heard him lastly,
I am deaf and dump with agony,
Not to hear his voice is jeopardy.

Tell honey I long to know he is lively,
And that he loves me true and tenderly,
Then I shall be his angel comely,
And dance his tune of melody.

Kiddie

Their little rumply tummy
Always needing something yummy,
They eat till tummy gets bumpy
And they say it’s really tasty.

Please can I have something crunchy?
No thanks, that one is yucky.
Please no mummy that is slimy,
Something wobbly, something crispy.

Mummy how about something juicy?
I need to go and wee-wee!
Oh! Me too my potty,
They are always keeping mummy busy.

They like it when it’s rainy;
Mummy willies lets go splashy,
But soon you see them muddy.
Anyway, it’s good that they are happy.

How fast you see them growing,
As if it never happened.
Oh God it’s really funny,
If they are happy, mama too is happy.

My Book of Guidance

In this world of deception;
Man is, but a creation,
In need of direction,
To guide his imperfection.

In this world of mutation;
I can’t do without clarification,
To get some inspiration,
And clear my confusion.

The Quran, is a confirmation,
A guide for my creation
To ease my direction,
To the best of destination.

My Society

Oh my mirror!
Indeed you’re not a minor,
Nor are you an error .

You’ve been with me since my minor,
And you will be with me tomorrow,
Till the time I exist no more,
Please don't let me see your terror.

You know I've been changing phases,
By time in different cases,
From my crawling through my ages,
But yet can't see my faces,
Am I humble, arrogant or multi-faced?

I don't care about that glassy reflection,
For it only tells my outer reflection,
But you know my both reflections,
For that I hold you with the best affection.
You hold my image and show everyone's reflection.