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Sunday 20 December 2015

Laws

Winter tried to strip the trees of sun 
Our practicalities become unnecessary realities
Create elaborate labyrinths 
Where what is to be or to come 
Is a mindset away 
Because all it is , is outreached palms

It is cold and the laughter marks an old poem
Made young
False youth , and truths
And all these false appendages 
The wild baggage shall fall like leaves
Soon to be free



Thy Lord bringeth to pass what He willeth and chooseth. They have never any choice. Glorified be Allah and Exalted above all that they associate (with Him)
Surah Qasas

Thursday 17 December 2015

Impressions

The storytellers are scribing their lives with the clouds
Strings drawn out , weaved into soft hammocks where only the children sleep 
Calculating probabilities of catastrophe
Like mushroom men whose furtherest stretch of reality
Are worn knuckles and greyed hands

There are lives that try to bypass God
Who sit in these fields and stare at the sky
The stars shine for all men

But the moonlight is mercy  


There are nights that shall speak
And rains that shall cry
And golden portions of time
that make clockwork of our lives

A decade old request turned into a breath

For all , for them , for us. 



'What is the matter with you? How do you judge?'
Verse 36 Surah Qalam