Best Lifeurdu Poems


The Stranger

Gifting dreams of hope to my eyes, he vanished in a flash
Carting away the treasure of sorrows, leaving mirage a trash

Thorns of grief were, in all, the earning on whose part
Left a delightful rose in the derelict mansion of my heart

He wasn’t the Socrates, yet he drank the poison of apathy
And with wine of love, he filled my heart’s vessel so empty

The bride of night ascended the horizon unfurling her hairs
Hands of that Azar  have given my thought’s idol such glares

Love, sympathy and loyalty are qualities profound
Anguish is what they reward you with, soothing although they sound

Walked he himself, to the hangman, carrying his cross of soul
To show me how my courage faltered in playing its role

Wisdom was rendered, Yamin, by vainglory inept
The book of vision he flung into the worthy hands of zest.

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Azar, the father of Prophet Abraham was an sculpturist of fame for carving beautiful idols worshiped by infidels as deity

Premium Member Random Kindness Dedicated To Patti Smith

Mother,daughter,walking,talking,
                                       Walking,walking,walking,gawking.
                                       Into the canyons,into the doorways,
                                       Doorways,gawking,talking,walking.

                                       Dollar drunk,blind lady pleading,
                                       Pleading,pleading,pleading,needing.
                                       Blind eyes bleeding,closed eyes pray,  
                                       Praying,bleeding,needing,pleading.

                                       People,persons,unkind,heartless,
                                       Heartless, heartless, heartless,helpless.
                                       Rich man ,wealth less,Oh Lord save him,
                                       Save them,wealth less,helpless,heartless.

                                       Sinners,savers,all one,all sons,
                                       All one,all one,all one,person.
                                       Random ,acts ,kindness heals us,
                                       Heals us,person, all sons, all one.

A Ghazal

Where Should I begin from? My words are like scattered stars,
The fingers rummage for words. Pen is rent asunder. It runs away from me, in reality

I return back to nostalgia; the dead dreams are still in life their,
A castle of fantasia they have built, from broken wishes: a fool’s gold, in reality

The world turns slowly: Great illusion for eternity. Poor departed souls,
Deaf forever! No one can hear them, acceptance is essence. Longing is vain, in reality

Pain is both agony and fertility. Ah! these lessons of Philosophy
They turn my heart brave. It’s on war with divinity. Shameful truth: it stifles, in reality

My heart is an idol worshipper; bring his idols from their height
Enough! I am being cursed by the heavens. Save me. Convert this infidel, in reality

Sins are rolling down from my eyes, bring onto me, The Purity
Now I repent, after no word. Baptize me. Lest end this drama of life, in reality

The moon is imprisoned in daylight, the sun brings anarchy
Moon guides the passengers of night, with her light, not her light, in reality

The effulgence of my rheum, a mirage, for my soul
What guides my mind? Is it filth? Or pursuit for my desires, in reality

The birds on the trees with the image of dawn in their eyes
Arrival of red on the sky, Begins their life. Or counts their time, in reality

Everyone thing is dead, only my eyes alive, they pay homage to my guilt
I have been thirty for years, quench my thirst, or let me be Husain, in reality

Those dear things I lost are forever gone. They envisage my dreams
As you write this envoi Muzzaffar, try to realize what is gone, shapes life, in reality


Memoirs of Me

Shadows sneak and confuse confidence behind me. 
Mistakes made in mirrored reflection remind me. 
  
Time does pay a toll to my sad, unhappy soul, 
with borrowed currency—from someone, confines me. 
  
In the search for immortality, I am lost, 
but for certain I do know that death will find me. 
  
I can’t stand on rocks cast by those who have not sinned. 
Impiety preaching piety reminds me. 
  
Seek and find questions to answers, some things need change. 
The choice to always settle will never bind me. 
  
Maybe Michael, hope isn’t just mere happenstance, 
but part of predestined plan that entwines me.

Submitted for Jared's "The Ghazal" contest.

Metal On My Knee

I can see small pieces of metal on a knee 
and I walk into a shadow
and puts me down
because my pants
black and worn
not shall gleam as polished metal
over the knees

Truncated Ghazal For Good Health

Organic mystery, bated breath
Known causes, uncertain breath.

Systemic matter, wild shields
Cells in order, fated breath.

Corporeal wave, bloody fashion
Tumultuous fissures, captured breath.

Peasant ailing, fortune calls
Civil measures, alien breath.

Shadows cast, a just reward
Mortal wishes, eternal breath.

Toasted glass, healer's gain
Conjured image, phantom breath.
© Aron Jacob  Create an image from this poem.


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