Best Medina Poems
Come with me to Fontanella
where the bastions rise up high.
There the view is overwhelming;
nature’s beauty meets the eye.
Come with me to Fontanella,
the tea garden that’s unique
in the city of Medina.
Taste bud pleasure we will seek.
Come with me to Fontanella
when you’re dying for a cake.
You’ll be spoilt by the selection
of the goodies that they bake.
Come with me to Fontanella,
I go mad on nuts and dates.
You would drool for cassatella.
All we’ll leave is empty plates!
Come with me to Fontanella
Be it sun or be it rain.
An experience to remember;
you’ll return time and again!
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In dreams
i am always lurched by soothing zephyrs
across the lovely streets of Medina
Searching thy footprints
in the pious dust
ya Rasool Allah(s.a.w).
Every night i sleep with a hope in heart
to meet you
and in the morining i wake up broken and fragile
Ya Rasool Allah(s.a.w)
In the chills of night
I search thy reflection of beauteous face
in the moon
During day i kept on staring the sun
Ya rasool Allah(s.a.w)
As i write thy exalted name
with all emotions
My whole being dissolves in fragrance
Ya rasool Allah(s.a.w)
My heart melts with thy remmembrance
and my soul feels heavy on your seperation
Searching thy light in the chambers of heart
Ya rasool Allah(s.a.w)
You are the light of my eyes
and joy of my heart
and i always hear your blessed name
in my chest
Ya rasool Allah(s.a.w)
Blue sky forms the fortress of their world
I can picture them- the ebony and white
velvet stripes, the arch of necks, the
flint-edged hooves
Beneath the weather-regimented trees
they gather in the heat- to rest
Heat waves and the dreaded grunt of beasts of prey
then the hegira, enmasse
following
the calling of the rain
a vital splash of life-
they heed the voices
of the seasons change- along the hidden
pathways of
the sun browned plains
Suzanne Delaney
he•gi•ra also he•ji•ra (hi-ji'r?, hej'?r-?)
n.
1. A flight to escape danger.
2. also Hegira The flight of Muhammad from Mecca to Medina in 622 A.D., marking the beginning of the Muslim era.
[Medieval Latin, from Arabic hijra, emigration, flight, from hajara, to depart.]
Haiku
…My City Hyderabad
Same stories in books
Same thoughts I read time again
Missing myself
Those old lanes
Those dim lit windows above
My city glows
Rickshaw-puller leads
My thought to its destination
In city lanes
High minarets rise
Call of muazzin rings the city
Some bells too
Domes lit on Eid
Windows lit on Diwali
Welcomes Santa Claus
Drank Irani chai
Haleems and Briyani for lunch
Dinner at Medina
Hyder to Sikandar
The twin city echoes the diversity
Deccan at heart
Far from here
Lives my mother, my family awaits
Net call
Call that recalls
My memories on every visit
Sometimes in tears
Qutubs shahs to Nizams
Rich past and subtle digital future binds
My city Hyderabad
24.01.2011
( A Translation of Kazi Nazrul Islam's famous Bengali poem "Samyabadi")
I sing the song of equality,
in which all obstacles and distance are dissolved,
in which the Hindus, the Buddhists, the Muslims
and the Christians have got united.
I sing the song of equality!
Who are you? A Persian? A Jain? A Jew?
A Santhal, a Bhil, a Garo?
A Confucian? A follower of Charbak? Continue. Tell more.
O friend, whoever you are,
whatever books and scriptures you carry
into stomach, on back, on shoulder and into brain,
the Quran, the Puranas, the Vedas, the Bible, the Tripitaka—
the Zend-Avestha, the Granth Sahib—
read as much as you desire.
But why do you waste your labour?
Why are you throwing spears into your brain?
Why do you haggle in a shop when fresh flowers
bloom at your roadside?
The wisdom of all scriptures and ages lie within you.
O friend, open your heart, you will find all scriptures there.
Within you lie all religions, all the prophets of all ages
and your heart is the world-temple of everyone’s gods.
Why do you look for God in the skeletons of dead books?
He smiles into the secret concealment of your immortal heart!
O friend, I have not told a lie—
It is the place where all crowns tumble and toss.
This very heart is the Nilachal, Kashi, Mathura, Brindaban;
It is Bodh-Gaya, Jerusalem, Medina and Kaaba.
It is the mosque, it is the temple, it is the church;
Sitting here, Jesus and Moses found the identity of truth.
In this battlefield, the young flute player sang the Bhagavad Gita;
In this pasture, the sheep-grazing prophets became friends to God.
Sitting in the meditation-cave of this heart, Shakyamuni abandoned his kingdom hearing the call of men’s great sufferings.
In this cave, the Prince of Arabia used to hear the divine call;
sitting here, he sang the Quran’s equality-song.
O brother, what I have heard is not a lie—
there is no temple, no Kaaba greater than this heart.
Translation date: 1/3/2016 Sirajganj, Bangladesh
A region of large treasury covered by sand
most massive in the Middle Eastern geography
and a peninsula, known to be the world’s largest
is the origin to the fastest growing faith
and a home sustained by absolute monarchy
Conservative ideology, well crafted into lifestyle
diffusing such through the medium of horses,
and exoticism well symbolized by camels
with Mecca and Medina the center of its holy shrines
It may be the last follower of women political empowerment,
the world’s largest domain without flowing water,
or a fighter to alcoholism, birth control and homosexuality
but not left behind in technological adventures.
Beauty and strength, lies in this kingdom of Arabia.
Some persons wanted Him to be killed
Others planned to tie Him up or to expel
Plans of polytheists of Ka’bah, He was revealed
He moved to Medina, with a mission to propel
Besiegers followed Him, to track
Tracking led them unto a cave
Searched with vengeance, to unleash a brutal attack
It was God’s unyielding kindness that came to save
Surprising to see was a spider’s web, engulfing the entrance
Cave’s entrance was also covered by an acacia tree
And a pigeon with eggs over her nest, in penance
All happened at once, as per Allah’s decree
Cave gave impression, as if never was visited by anyone
And also that none could have ever entered inside
Thus trackers driven to disregard the holy cave and gone
Though the Holy Prophet Muhammad stayed with aide
From the imminent danger, He was just a wall away
With Him withstood was the will of the ultimate
Later led to His landmark migration, on Allah’s way
From Mecca to Medina, with an assignment to actuate
Blessings put Him as the Prophet of God, universally
His move to Medina marks the beginning of Islamic calendar
He was blessed to found the Islam religion, immortally
In the Islamic theology, there is none to stand with Him at par
He is the ever ‘Glorified one’
Being the ‘chosen one’ He got God’s intimacy
With ‘words of the God’ He compiled the Holy Qur’an
In the everyday Islamic life, He is the living legacy
Fate of any person shall surely change
Like an ordinary merchant becoming ‘Apostle of the God’
Absolutely beyond an imaginable range
All happened as God gave His nod!
The mentioned miracles are not magic
They confirm how abundant was His blessing!
None can contest this, using logic
As His mission too succeeded beyond guessing!
This confirms, everything stays at God’s will
Anything can happen if God is pleased to destine
God is beyond scientific drill
Also with logic,you can’t discover the divine
Rather belief and faith promotes you to reach
Steady surrender to Him shows the path
Life of Prophet Muhammad, leads to teach
Of course! This is a time tested truth!
Above Poem is adapted from the eBook "BIRD OF PARADISE AND OTHER POEMS" by Mr.V.MUTHU MANICKAM. Copyrights reserved.
Love is Fickle
There was a young man from Medina
Who had a young wife named Regina
She fell for the waiter
And they left for Decatur
now Regina is nowhere to be seena!
Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Ex stalking is never good idea,
Resilient equilibrium.
Hang in Dahab, make Hajj to Medina
Instead of a course of Librium.
THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET: PART FOUR
ALMERÍA / UMM AL-MARIYA 2007 AD / 1427 AH
The traveler who journeys to the City of Almería
arrives at a port where the routes of the ferries,
the whitecaps and waves, the salt-leaden gusts in
the searing white heat, the sculptures of dolphins
manifested at play on the boulevard perpendicular
to the sterns of great ships, reveal windows and
mirrors in which every reflection is a perplexing
distortion, generating questions impossible to
answer with the images at hand
Ciudad Almería is Umm Al-Mariya,
A city with barrios named Al-Musalá, Al-Medina,
Al-Haud, where visionary souls at the College of
Architects draw invisible lines from the markets of Fez
the minarets of Essaouira to the courtyards and gardens
of an Andalusia making paradise landscapes of red tiles
and roses, wrought-iron and jasmine, and burbling
fountains as seductive as the curvature of Arabic script;
where every dark eye under every headscarf, under
every skull cap, beneath flat-brimmed sombreros and
every dark curl blowing free in the breezes between
mountains and sea, sees only itself colored café con
leche, burned walnut by sunlight, yet never identical to the
likenesses imagined when they think of themselves;
and where luminous women with irresistible smiles
think in African tongues and laugh loudly in public, look
you straight in the eye and in their accented Spanish
offer no explanation for the browning of Spain
The intelligent observer see ships every day
link Morocco and Algeria with Al-Andalus, their
sleek silhouettes mimic seabirds and dolphins,
their windows and lights and the curves of their hulls
a mosaic of facets which, distorted by water, make city
and the sea seem a shimmering collage taunting resident
and visitor with fragmented images of who he once was
and who she might become, but never an inkling of
who they are now!
Emanuel Carter
There are many wonders that cloud the world
Notable among them are the ultimate sevens
You and I have heard about
(I believe this century is yet to discover
all the world wonders,
and again is not all of these famous sevens
we've all visited.)
These sevens
Form both the broad wonders of the world.
These illustrious sevens are odd havens
That make people world over
Paid homage to each of their host soil.
Day in, day out
People tour around
These earthy heavens.
Just like Mecca, Medina and Jerusalem,
The old and new wonders of the world
Serve as assets to their host kingdom.
They make their host land
Famous across the globe.
They garnish their boniface with
Flying wealth across the land,
And swimming priceless
Across the unified ocean.
I hope I will not be penalized to have generalized my findings. I
think writing generally about where I've visited via research is the best.
At last I found the thyme
To do the names that rhyme
I am going to rhyme names
That will rhyme the same
Anna, Hannah,Pollyanna,
Rosanna,Joanna,Edwardian,
Victoriana, Gloriana,Georgianna
Christianna,Gina, Ena,Magdalene
Messina,Rowena, Selina,Lenna.
Angelina,Medina,menalina, Wilhelmina,
Zena
Happy Happy Birthday Medina (duo)
To the SWEDISH HIP HOP AND RAP DUO
with the most
INFLUENTIAL HOT-BOY RAPS
let me say
Happy Happy Birthday to you
i lift up my glass with a
LYRICVIXEN Lyrical Toast
just as BLOCKBUSTER STRONG
and VIP "Haffla music" HOT
as to say to you
i hope you have a
Happy Happy Birthday
that only a
RAP-STAR, HOP-HIP SENSATION
like you can do
Happy Happy Birthday
to a THE MOST INFLUENTIAL FLY RAPPERS
IN THE RAP GAME
THE Medina (duo)
HOT-BOY fabulous YOU
By: verlecia fields
aka: lyricvixen
Shuffling sandstone, infinite shimmering coloured pots,
TV remotes lie in tandem with jeans, shiny toy robots
Act as magnets to the unwary tourist, conspicuous in
Their presence, shorts and cameras, humid hair in knots.
Spices of hues in their hundreds to make you salivate,
Groaning shack tables of suspicious sunglasses sate
Your appetite for purchases, the sun beats down on
The market, Medina bursting with life which cannot wait.
Eyes flicker over unsuspecting strangers, enticing you
To buy, trapped by the lure of a carpet woven new
By sweating men grasping, chasing any chance to sell
The future. Will you ever use this carved snooker cue?
It is Okay to Cry
By Dr. Tina Medina
It is okay to cry
It is okay to cry and open up your heart
You simply need to trust now that you and God will never part
It is okay to cry and tell God your pain
By letting truly go, you have everything to gain
It is okay to cry and not worry about what people will say
This is about your inner healing and there will be no more delay
It is okay to cry and let your feelings show
You have everything to gain with the Holy Spirit’s glow
It is okay to cry and release your pain and shame
I promise I will never call you any names
It is okay to cry and reach out in need
Jesus will never leave you and He will always take the lead
It is okay to cry it makes your spirit clean
It washes away any hurt and takes away the ugly scene
It is okay to cry and leave your pain in the past
God has you now in the palm of His hand and His love will always last
It is okay to cry and tell me your story
The Trinity Team promises to restore you with all their power and glory
It is okay to cry