Allah Prose Poetry Poems | Prose Poetry Poems About Allah
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ZINDAGI KA SAFAR
Zindagi wo nahi, JO Nazar Ati Hai Tum Ko
Yeh To Chalti Howi Sansoo Ka Safar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Bekiri Howi Yadoon Ka Mazhar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Totay Howay Lafzoon Ka Nasar Hoti Hai
Zindagi! To Naam Hai Us Insaneyat Ka
Jes Ki azmat Ka Yakin! Farashtoon Nay Sajday may Kiya
Zindagi! To paygham Hai Us Jazbay Ka
Jis Ka Safar Soraj Ki Kirnoo Say shuru Hota Hai
Zindagi, Us Katab Ki Manind Hai
Jis Ka Unwaan ! Musafar Ki Akasi Karta hai
Zindagi To Kahani Hai Us Musafarat Ki
Jis Ki Manzil Soraj Kay goroob ! Honay Tek Hoti Hai
Zindagi To Naam Hai Us Rishtay Ka
Jis Ka Raabta ! Rooh Or Jism Kay Darmiyan Hota Hai
Zindagi To Ahsaas Hai Us Mohabat Ka
Jis Ka Ahtamaam ! Khuda Nay Jannat Bana Kay Kiya
Yeh Wo Bewafa Hai Jo Khudi Kay Daway Kay Bawajood
Khud Apnay Wojood Ko Pal may ! Tanha Kar deyti Hai Zindagi
Zindagi Salaam Ho Tuj Pay Kay Teri Baqa Kay Leyeh
Qudarat Nay Shub-o-rooz Ko Sajaya Hai ! Zindagi Kay Leyeh
How can geographic points for interaction
and socializing become haram?
Catching up with the flying time
and constant upgrade in civilization process;
these too are also haram?
Is seeking knowledge and applying
understanding haram too?
Funny enough, a particular 'god'
gives his affirmation to this
way of stone age enslaving way of living.
Females with males on the same platform
and their significance and huge role
in a modern society is so haram.
'must', 'force' and compulsion; their coat of arm.
dialogue and democracy abominations and canal.
In short, all are considered haram.
Spoken words without submission;
submission without worship and reverence;
reverence not to a supreme called 'Allah'
enough reasons, for death to shop on souls.
Free will, liberty and freedom;
worst of all, the right to live
have now been considered haram.
Even with such a babaric ideology
They forget that.......................................
the use of communicating devices is haram
why use video clips and satellite cells
instead of crows and birds?
They forget that.........................................
the use of bombs and weapons
of mass destruction is haram.
Why not use stones and bare fighting skills?
Even the bow and arrow
are invention of knowledge and science!
They forget that............................................
machines and wheels are also haram.
Why not use camels and horses?
They forget that..........................................
the cotton and silk they wear are haram.
Why not use leaves and animal skin?
The same ideology they propagate
is the same they contradict
leaving them with absolutely no excuse
and gross foolishness in committing
these huge crimes against humanity.
This is not a war,
yet we have prisoners and girl slaves?
We aren't in the battle field
yet people are dying in mass and numbers?
Holy smoke! This is the 21st century for goodness sake...
yet we are compelled to
live beneath stones and
find warmth beside raw fires?
Woe unto you, masters of terror!
don't forget that after a time cycle
another hour immediately begins.
You'll be caught up with your deeds
and the whole of nature will spit on your existence.
Life has been sweet, mysterious
and full of hope like an expectant mother.
Even though you've succeeded
in making it a blind date;
we'll face the occasion with hope
never giving up
on the final sight of a beautiful new acquaintance.
I stitch seams of stories sewn in stains
tracing their timeline in turbulent tones
navigating the news now naked & exposed
on the doorstep of your mysterious mind
entranced engaged and entering earnestly
lead on lacy labyrinth’s of leading lines
absent and abstract artfully you engage
the collective webs of words we weave
the pattern of pictures performs patiently
retrieved restored read out unrestricted
excerpts and examples of everyone but you
cleverly casting cloaks keeping you uncaptured
soldiers of twine solidarity storylines
fashioned by fabrics of fictional fables
the mystery moments your mind mentors
clothed carpeted capturing clever closure
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: New Birth
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
/\/ Breath of life,
such a precious
priceless sight -
Nothing on earth
the gift of life -
It's Gods, greatest miracle
To drink is to feel
A safe place
To drink is to know
that the same
thoughts are going
to expose themselves
But still you can't
help but feel a rush
To drink is to be
alone with your demo
Some how every time
it feels as if
you've met an old
friend for the first
To drink is to feel
Even though you know