Their love of our fear will be starved
We will transcend their want of our complacency
We have a need to be unified
All we must do is broaden our definition of acceptance
It is not our desire to stay uninformed for long
Nor to willingly stay blind to our path
No sides of any faction deserves our shadowed devotion
There needs to be a light to the people that sets us free from all tyranny
They want our thoughts and actions to mimic their own
They want us to react with hatred as they do
But we will not give in to their whims
We will seek our own thoughts
And come to our own conclusions
By information not sanctioned or filtered
Only then shall we start to know what it's like to be free
I do not fan the fires that were sparked by hate,
But fuel the ones that light the true path
No matter what has failed in the past
We stand on the intentions of unity and prosperity
We have issues of love and faith that proceed thoughts of
wasteful and useless acts
We will not grieve for fights we've lost
But we will plan for victorys of battles to come
What thou shalt be wasted?
With the ship of sorrow harboured.
Like it gives thee an unexpected explosion,
And the heart of trauma and darkness is implanted.
It clouds into a season of bloodshed and pain,
But all thy life seems to be bludgeoned.
Tumbled into a canvas of time,
As thou shalt find a euphoric heart abused.
No description of fear was given,
With thy face bashed and muddied.
It shalt not be a publicized cry for help,
Nor shalt it be a dark horse murmured.
As a hard and stone-cold sadness torments thee,
And thy emotional feelings go unnoticed.
Memories would put thee in a chokehold,
And thy mutual senses are blurred.
Thou would find that thy pride is thy worst nightmare,
In thy skull is a slug that is slightly planted.
That, my friend, is a trauma that can drown in thy sorrows,
And it can get thee wasted.
Tonight, the dark sky again
only slept a short while;
no longer eager to cheat
its sun’s awakening joy
over the horizon’s realm;
Bulky white yawning clouds
hovered over the night-shaded
ground below as small nocturnal
creatures seemingly scurried into
and out of the dawning day;
A dawning day during which
we shall seek to see justice
and peace become realities
in a world wrought with chilled
fear and misery:
May new spreading sunshine
sweeps away waning darkness of winter as
flowering hope again welcomes a new spring
toward resurrected liberation and equity:-
With no regret do i believe
I will hope that all will stand
In one voice we show our strength
In one moment we could heal the land
They'll have us believe
in our desires and wants
They try to conceive
A birth of their own vaunts
As long as truth remains
As long as hope is in our sights
We'll never bow to conformity
And press forward with the people's might
I refuse to stand alone
I call on my bothers and sisters in faith
We will not be suade by misguided trends
We will be focused and staunch in our charity and kindness
We may bend but we will not shatter
We love all and wish all good fortune
And desire all the best of life
Uprightness and kindness stands
They speak to your heart
Your heart clouded by anger
Anger and kindness
Separate paths to virtue
I'm older now, older than most expect
and looking back I must confess
there are some things I do regret.
These senior years suddenly become
life's intermission,
the chance for last admissions.
The busyness of youth and wanting to grow up
filled the years with so much unnecessary stuff,
now, I can say - enough.
Before the years take hold
and our age gets for too old
my mind and heart must reveal the truths be told.
You were and are still
the love of my life, my soulmate that thrilled
every battle we shared up and down hill.
So now at last you know
the something I forgot to tell you as time flows
I love you so.
“Oh people of this temporary world..
May you enjoy the abundance of its trivial offerings..
You have no clue of what I see and yearn for..
And, how could you, as the death is the end of the road..
But, for the lover, it’s the union with the beloved.. the end of waiting and suffering..
To light up the world one must first burn a little..
Burn in the love of the ONE till the temporary curtains fall..
To reveal the divine elevator to the beginning of peace and permanent grace..
And an eternal pleasure and a never fading Joy!
So, let the lover cry more and laugh only but little…
For his yearning is not for the Temporary…”
~UK
PS: Dedicated to the utmost faith and resistance of the brave people of Gaza and Palestine
#FreePalestine
Let the eagles soar above the hills
Displaying remarkable flying skills,
Symbols of our nation’s strength
And intrepid patriotic feeling instills
Our anthem, the Star-Spangled Banner,
The heart of an impassioned patriot fills,
When hearing about our spacious skies
Our hearts do tremble with gusty thrills,
And give us deep satisfaction to cheer
While dancing those old-fashioned rills,
They crawl up our arms in tiny bumps
Cause us to shudder with the chills.
Let the eagles soar above the hills
Displaying remarkable flying skills,
The grasslands, deserts, and seashore
From majestic mountains to tiny rills,
To live in a land of freedom and might
Covers up many of our frustrating ills
With thanksgiving each day for bounty
Our hearts with gratitude over spills,
Let the eagles soar above the hills
Displaying remarkable flying skills.
written October 14, 2021
Believe me ……
Poetic Form :: Qasida
When I wished to live my life with you;
I was very young yet loved to do
anything for you, but was ignored
every time, reason best known to you;
Someone said, even the love gets dried
in extreme desert heat; may be true.
For your acts felt humiliated
yet I didn't reciprocate to you.
Those days suffered alone, hoped you'll change;
never tried to make it known to you.
And you continue to remain same
I felt discarded, unwanted too.
Now, after decades you came back, lost
charm of lush life; You're lonely and blue.
You wish to be with me, really
from my heart I do wish to help you.
But, fact is over years the cruel
world has damaged my soul and health too.
This desert has sucked my energy;
I don't have strength for new work to do .
Yes, I can't start a new life gaily;
it is too late both for me and you.
See how destiny plays with our lives.
Believe me, God knows, still I love you.
~X~X~X~
Such a glorious grace of diva
Limitless is her divine aura
Poets compete to verse on her
For she is a presiding Lord of flora
A beauty with brains in tons
Besides being Lord Goddess Arora
Blue gets fixed precisely such
As her drape is like anaphora
Who is she-the enchanting one!
Of course it’s hypophora
Is she a seductress or temptress!
I am sure not less than Tamara
Winsome mien and gorgeous grin
Looks just stunning in coat angora
Wherever she is my lady luck
May she’s all laurels like Laura
A super woman so beautiful
And enamouring in this era..!!
I'm just a bedouin:
I live in a tent -
Cozy an' fair
Its fabric woven
From rough goat-hair-
A shady cover
In the summer
A rain-proof shelter
In the winter
My possessions:
A single garment - a loose black robe
I call a thobe
A pair of worn out sandals
A coffee kit
And other little things
I put in a sack
That may not fit
With countrysiders' appetites
Or urbanites'
My homeland:
All this infinite expanse
Of deep beige sands
My sole companion:
A faithful camel
Who carries me
And all my stuff
Together we cross the endless desert
And when I sing
Some cameleer song
He gets so light
Out of delight
And makes as if to fly
Towards the sky
Anon! The shadow chilled, mimikri and frosted with domineering dogma.
Thou wast trying escape and melt with thy magna carta.
The shadow was asking thee about crossroad and miniatur epic.
Who always doth fighting versus tyrannical peasant of lingua sacra?
Nay! The shadow given the souls and was sparkling in purgatory, but the light is so poor.
Accepted the unfathomable ferocity,
yearning all the while as patriacal era?
Aberrant behavior is chalked forth to tradition by robbed some of its faith, aroint thee!
Canonized the triumphant for dram of science or saint paramilitia?
Neither of these seems as blurring and ambigu answer.
Why should not members of the holy
suffering paranoia?
The shadow already blended patriach rebels, prithee!
His eyes twinkled criptically as luminated magenta and elegia.
The shadow built antedates canonization and say, "God-den Padre, gramercy!"
He goes through on his hurlyburly journey and ever reflected pareidolia.
Five beldams ate many doits, flying in the dunnest sky.
The shadow was striking tabor, unyoke, hasta la vista!
Specific Types of Qasida Poems
Definition | What is Qasida in Poetry?
Poems Related to Qasida
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