We are all pencils.
Twisting and turning through life
Leaving trails of sharpening and destruction
In paths of a pursuit for a point
So sharp, so defined, so beyond
Our egotistical minds that our
Application comes readily with complication
That what we have found so precise , applied
Turn to black dust on the page of scrolls
Which sought to write our deeds, unachieved
Or worst still the paper rips beneath our feet
As we, toil in our deceit that from books shall gain
Life complete , unanswered questions responded to
Long ago but we are lost from a path straight because
We wait for coordinates to a place without a need
These pencils were meant to write and the plight of us
Is that our headstrong need to be wise has brought lies
To bodies knowing but not doing as the
lead of these pencils thins
The journey from death begins
O you who believe! Why do you say that which you do not do?
Most hateful it is with Allâh that you say that which you do not do.
Surah As-Saff
'I have not created men and jinn except to worship Me.'
Surah Al Dhariyat
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ReplyDeletethe secon letter of the alphgabet combined with A device or implement, esp. one held in the hand, used to carry out a particular function.
i like pencils tooo!
i like the sweets as well but not as much as oranges becuase there soo nice and bright and sunny like the sun. did you know that strawberries have more vitamin C than oranges, you probably did.
wait now im off topic. ok so to comment on your poem right. i throughly enjoyed the mataphoric description. especially the comparison made to life leaving trails. however as the poem progresses i feel like the lovly tool i used to wite can harness such danger if used in the wrong way as it can ultimatley leave me to "death". when i read this at first i was quite gripped by the extensive use of the many linguistic devices; it was something i liked to aaaaaa sooo goood, but now i see tha the peom has a much serious conotation.
Neither sun nor stars but a way to East minus the tea even though its good at making you feel 'Aah'
DeleteIf your gonna code my name I'm gonna have to code yours sis
Surprisingly i knew that- which i think is a perfect example of useless knowledge the only time thats gonna come in handy is if i get scurvy which i'm not planning to get anytime soon bi'ithnillah.
Jazakallahu Khairun for your comment I'm glad you liked it . The poem was meant to be a reminder about the consequences of knowing things but not acting upon it . The ending is a reference to how our knowledge does not go with us when we die but rather our good deeds.
I <3 metaphors they are as you say 'aaaaaa sooo goood'
Take care sis , please feel free to comment whenever it takes your fancy .
PS Your comment was the bees knees!
the nocturnal creature , that has wings of two, its blind but can definitely see the end all
ReplyDeletethanks for your reply!
and is it okay if i introduce this blog to a friend of mine?
PS. the creatures dress code is the darkness of the night or in other words black-
The cows speak of knees aah so bendy
DeleteYour welcome.
Sure thing sis - remember keep it anon . Hijaabi in the rain is like a superhero ( i wish ) and her identity must not be revealed except to here trusty sidekicks ( you guys try to look happy bout that)
Hey I wear colour! umm on occasion