In the stillness of spiritual meditation, Whole nature dissolves into body’s sensation, As we quiet the mind and open the heart, The love of Allah envelops every part.
The rustling leaves, the chirping birds, The buzzing bees, the gentle words, All become one with our very being, In this moment of pure seeing.
The breeze caresses, the sun’s warm embrace, The earth’s grounding, the water’s grace, All merge into a divine cosmic dance, As we dissolve into this divine trance.
The universe vibrates with a sacred sound, As we merge with its rhythm profound, The love of Allah echoes in every beat, As we surrender to its heavenly heat.
The boundaries of self disappear, As we enter a state of pure being here, The love of Allah permeates all space, As we dissolve into its divine embrace,
Ramadan, the month of fasting and peace, Where spirituality, in reality, finds its release. A time to reflect life of peace and to pray, To cleanse the soul from sins in every way.
The sun rises from east above the horizon, And the day begins with the call of the muezzin. Fasting from dawn to dusk, leaving all the luxuries, A sacrifice that brings us a step closer to Allah.
The stomach may growl and grumble, But the heart is filled with peace and humility. As we break our fast with dates and water, Grateful for the sustenance that Allah has provided.
The night comes alive with dhikir and Tarawih, A prayer that rejuvenates the soul in absolute submission. And the Quran recited in every verse, Guiding us on the path of peaceful righteousness.
The month of Ramadan given by Allah as a gift, A chance to improve soul and body and uplift. To gain in a wild world compassion and forgiveness, And defeat evil by spreading love and kindness.
Let us embrace this gift of Allah the holy month, With open hearts and minds filled with love. May we find peace and contentment in divine, And be blessed with forgiveness in Allah’s mercy divine.
My life became an unseen Island, A place where no one dared to roam. There, all surrounded by unknowns, alone, Waves dancing and crashing against my shore.
The skies above were dark and bleak, The mighty sun had lost its shine. But still, I stood there alone and tall, A beacon in the darkest paths of night.
My heart was heavy, sadness weighed me down, By the burdens of the long gone past. But still, like a parasite, I held my ground, In the brutality of life, weathered and steadfast.
The winds of change from around the world blew hard, Threatening in every way known, to tear me down. But with all experience fueling me to yield, I refused From lost boats and broken bridges, a survivor on my own.
In every reality, my life became an unseen Island, But in all truth a place where I could be free. And though the world in time may forget me, Through my verses, I will stand here, eternally.
Stubborn and lazy winter stood his ground, As chirping birds in lingering winter shivered, Chipmons shook away fallen snow and dug, Everywhere to find a nut or seed in hunger.
Happiness still in the cold breeze I felt, The silent poet who for sad truth searched, And found in the cold, the wandering delight, Who found gladness in everything through senses felt.
I saw her braids of gold, her hair cascades, And turned with a smile so bright, her face pervades, Her thick turquoise jacket, a warm vibrant hue, A white scarf around her neck wrapped, too.
Her eyes of blue, or sky touched crystal light? She can enchant even heartless rocks in pure delight, Drawing souls into her soul with just one glance, Into a world of love-filled smiles and a blissful trance.
A girl so fair, a vision from beyond imagination, to behold, A heart felt so pure, a poem on its own written in gold, When she turned towards me, Ah’, what a joyous sight, Her smile filled the air as a beacon of pure light.
With braids of glittering gold and eyes of ocean blue, She captures hearts into captivity, both old and new, A girl so rare among wild humanity, a rare gift to see, A radiant beauty outside who spreads charm, forever free.
The air thinned, from her smile or the just freed sun? Warmth replaced bitterness from faces stunned, Truth enveloped hearts about the beauty that changed, Seasons with her charm and gladness filled heart, unashamed.
Pain filled her face but still as an ornament appeared, As in frustration, she tried to take her earring stuck, Every passing minute added anger and pain but in vain, Those lovely ears turned red as she persevered through pain.
Strength of her mind increased in sheer determination, As stubborn became the earring and stayed stuck, Pain grew through every vein of her and my eyes too welled, A touch of love from her soul through her filling eyes I felt.
In the folds of her heart, a glimmer of hope I saw, Hope in her resolve to conquer this minor hinder, Her struggle may sound so small to all who hear and read, But her strength and perseverance touched all who saw.
I will forever remember her courage and grace, When my own obstacles in future I may face in life’s race, For even in pain, anger, and pitiless adversity, She taught me to find love and strength in simplicity.
The ticking clock haunted heartbeat like a beast, As swarms of memory from past woke and wept, The stillness of mother nature still nurtured, Threads of romantic dreams yet to be weaved.
Gone by are the days of love I thought, As age grayed my beard and parts of head, “Much older you are” a fairy told and left, And my love I laid to rest, Ah’, at least I thought.
Somewhere from the good old days of mine, I pulled the good I learned and forgave, All who left without kindling the candles of love, As darkness gave me charming looks of youth.
When in meditations of loneliness I sat, Darts passed me by and my eyes opened, To see who aimlessly hunts me in dark, Her aim was sharp but missed me deliberately.
Found her hidden in camouflage of woods so green, The light of love filled a lightless lover, ah love resurrected, Who is she, and why from all colors of the world she hide? I forgot every love begins the same, from unknown to known.
A piece of music unheard she whistled and I heard, The story of a seeker of pure soul and kind heart, And in return, I asked “Am I so pure and kind to you?”, And to me, she sang “Open thy eyes from thy inner heart”,
I rested my head on the fat Oak beneath I sat, And every sense found a change from all corners of life, Every bit of color from everything unpeeled and fell, As she showed me her true self of perfect purity.
I stood up and to her, I said, “The world needs us as a change, As our love may erase darkness from many eyes in and out, Then there is a world out there that will try to tear us apart, To face all that if you are ready, hold my hand and guide me right.”.
As hand in hand out of the woods we walked, The world indeed looked black and white and each step of ours, Colored the world around and filled with springtime blooms, Our story may still be black and white but colors awaited us ahead.
Through the hallway of the old building she walked, Face hidden from my searching eyes, Ah’, only her back in view, Her right hand was tenderly clasped in her left, As if life’s shallow feelings she never wants to let go.
In a white shirt and skirt, below her knees, The right side of her thigh was revealed, with boots of black. Her untamed hair danced on her back, And with each step, an exotic beauty was unveiled.
The walls of the hallway echoed her grace, As she passed, her beauty was a blessing, Her presence was felt, though her face was unseen, The hallway filled with her presence, so sweet.
The girl continued and vanished in the twilight, A memory of her beauty, ever present in the night, Her silhouette stayed in the minds of those who saw her, Etched in the walls of that old building forevermore.
From that day for many days in mind a heavy weight I carried, Her face I thought I must have seen, my mind forever craved, What beauty that face must have had, Oh’, wishes restless ran, Then to that hallway where I saw her I once more went,
And alone through that hallway, I walked in her imitation, Somewhere in my mind echoed an embossed thought, Life got better with just a beautiful face of her sketched, By the walls, roof, and floors in my mind, her beauty in perfection.
With pen in hand and heart ablaze, I’ll try my hand at poetry today. I’ll weave some words to create a tale, Of love, of loss, of hope, of travail.
The world around us, so vast and grand, A canvas for the poet’s hand. The trees that sway, the birds that sing, A symphony that makes our hearts take wing.
The sun that rises in the east, A daily miracle, a visual feast. The stars that twinkle in the night, A reminder of life’s eternal light.
The people we meet, the friends we make, Their stories, their struggles, their hearts that ache. The bonds we form, the love we share, A gift from above, beyond compare.
In poetry, I find a place, To express myself, to find my grace. To tell the world of what I see, And share my heart, unabashedly.
So let me end this verse, this rhyme, With a hope for peace in these troubled times. May poetry be a light in the dark, And bring us closer, heart to heart.
Ended my rhyme and still, my heart versed, The thoughts blended into smile-filled daydreams, The ever searching eyes found a joy for my heart, When an image flashed in front of my eyes.
In the midst of a green expanse, Stands a girl in white, so serene, The setting sun, her backdrop dance, And twilight, her halo, it seems.
She weaves her way through scattered minds, A dream-weaver, spreading magic and wonder, Her beauty seeps into every thought and bind, And her charms, like spring, tear hearts asunder.
The sun, it lingers in the sky, Enamored by her pure grace, But my love for her, it shines so high, Outshining even the sun’s bright face.
Her warmth melts even the coldest of souls, As they fall in love with the vision she brings, Yet all she shows are enigmatic roles, And a silhouette that never truly sings.
She stands there, so still and free, A vision of beauty in the field, Her presence brings such joy to me, My heart to her, forever yield.
Her mystery is her greatest allure, A puzzle to be solved, a game to play, Her presence a gift, her absence a torture, A fleeting vision, that fades away.
And as the sun begins to set, And darkness takes its hold, I’ll hold her close, my sweet brunette, And never let her go.
She wanders on, weaving dreams in minds, Leaving a trail of longing and desire, Her beauty lingering, her presence enshrined, In the hearts of dreamers who never tire.
For in this moment, all is right, With her, my world’s complete, The girl in white, my shining light, My love, my heart’s retreat.
