Best Noor Poems
Noor* of Taj Mahal, jeweled in red stone
death or love, tranquil oasis alone
rich jasper and jade hanging on its walls
in cold melody, mourning music falls
Mesmerizing bride in gossamer gown
Veil reveals... the majestic palace crown.
A medley of corsage strewn in sealed dream
opulent facade, beauty is the theme
Pale blue sky in her iconic magic
wax melded moonlight triumphs a tragic
covenant of love, splendor celebrates
passion so strong will never recreate
Aurora of a queen in marble white
glinting Yamuna*, her sole copyright.
* Noor is an urdu word meaning Light
* Yamuna is the river on the banks of which Taj Mahal lies.
Taj Mahal means Crown of the Palace
19th July 2019
Sponsor William Kekaula
Contest Name ILMO My Mom 06-24-29-08-04-09--90th Heavenly Birthday--The Most Beautiful Sonnet
Now that I'm not your beloved,
and you're no longer my loyal lover,
I've scribbled a graffiti of butterflies
upon a velvet catafalque,
where the headstone resembles our memories -
such is the fragility of an accursed affinity.
In this embalmment of emotions,
the heart beats like a funeral drum.
A repeating, reverberating requiem,
echoing in a sepulchral serenade -
a grieving gospel, slowly and softly,
soothing sorrows.
When waterfalls with spirits of sincerity,
fail to douse a smoky soul of embers -
only rampikes of ruin remain.
In the mirage of your promise of foreverness,
only obsidian roses bloom in a midnight mind,
absent of the blessings from light.
I gaze at dead leaves under fading stars,
whilst a new sunrise mentors your heart.
Our last paragraph,
recites like an autopsy record.
The muse is reluctant to write,
but I've memorised your metaphors,
that once confused the flock,
and bemused the 'beautiful ones.'
We were a vowel and a consonant,
unable to form a poetic word,
so shadows hide beneath my tongue,
grinding in the silence.
Remember when you begged to
"flirt with my demons,"
enticing me into the labyrinth of Lilith's lair,
and in my innocence,
the illusion of intimacy and infatuation,
became as destructive as Satanic symphonies.
The heart has no need
for the stolen Koh-I-Noor.
For, I'm content with an empty treasure chest,
seeking a vocabulary of love,
without an obsession for words,
where poetry is not a confession,
and Voltaire vows
give birth to virtuous devotion.
If you are cathedral of consecration
I'm the voluminous chime summoning souls
If you are the moonglade mountain peak
I'm the fedora of snow atop you
If you are the bantam flame of hope
I'm the mammoth lantern you sit in
If you are the magnificent crown of laurel
I'm the koh-i-noor glowing your majesty
If you are the whorly petals of the gypsy-sue
I'm the daggerlike thorns of flaw
If you are the bard of the Zambezi
I'm the first sonnet of your anthology
If you are the mythical firebird
I'm the scarlet embers of reincarnation
If you are the forsaken pirate ship
I'm the glubs of your drowning
If you are the ancient persian pearl
I'm the millions carats speaking your worth
If you are the sacred vial of eternity
I'm the gluck to the kingdom come
If you are cathedral of consecration
I'm the open arms of the door of mercy
a beauty untold
a faith untold to the weak
faith I've never met
Twilight Of Spirituality
The world was dark
Before the Islam
Prophet after prophet came to the world
But the glory was very short
The twilight of spirituality had never stayed so long
They worshiped in wrong way
It was the time when truth was lost and there was no peace
No mercy on living beings
Then the finest creation came to the world
Last prophet of Allah, Mohammad (PBUH)
It was a night
Moon was shining bright
Then permanent twilight of spirituality begun
When the Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) was nearly forty
He started the meditation
He was a man who made a transition
Our Prophet showed so much dedication
Revealed to him the book named Quran
The holy shades of Allah’s Noor spread everywhere
The messages of Allah through his messenger
Blossomed like flowers of spring
This twilight of spirituality
Calm and peaceful like gentle breeze
Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) was a person who never uttered a lie
He was recognized as a truthful man
His appearance was like Allah’s Noor
His beauty was like shining stars
He taught us the things we ought to do
He taught us that Allah are one
Allah have neither a daughter nor son
He taught us to be good to our mother and father
He taught us Paradise lies under the feet of our mother
He taught us our appearance, family, mission in this life
He taught us how to perform Salah
He taught us how to give Zakath
He taught us different kinds of Jahad
He taught us Hajj, Honor, Truth, Love, Peace,
Humanity, Sympathy, care and so on……
With most excellent mind………
He taught us justice and understanding of mankind
He taught us human brotherhood and humanity
He was hurt to see bloodshed in the society
He possessed the knowledge which was a cure
The disease of ignorance, arrogance and many more
He (Last Prophet Mohammad (PBUH)) had broken all falsehood and evil way
He was the beloved Prophet of Allah
Through Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) Allah brought……..
Everlasting twilight of spirituality to this world.
Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari
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You are the rarest and the heaviest
Of all our precious metals here on Earth…
Your sisters, Gold and Silver, are stockpiled...
But you are not...in case supply runs low.
To generate one ounce of you we need
Ten tons of ore and five months’ processing.
Outstanding jewelers, like Cartier,
Famed Faberge, plus Tiffany, create
Their jewelry designs in Platinum.
They turned you into lavish settings that
Secure some famous diamonds like the Hope,
Jonker and Koh-I-Noor. Your surface can
Be scratched, but unlike sisters Silver and
Pure Gold, there is no Platinum that’s lost.
You are the rarest and most valued one...
Each year we mine one hundred thirty tons,
To Gold’s one thousand seven hundred plus.
Our Platinum…rare metal of our Earth.
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
~NA~
Contest: Periodic Table Elements
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 01/06/2015
OK another adventure in the mad poet’s life,
This occurred just before I met Jane, my imaginary wife.
Jane’s brother, Glen had set me up with a blind date
He said the girl was a stunner, I could not wait
So dressed in me stripe trouser with me chequer tank top vest
I oiled me baldhead and let the old spice do the rest
Off I went down town to meet Deglet Noor (that was her name)
Glen said, “If you see her lips you’ll want to kiss them more and more.”
Then I saw her, and dam what a blind date
She was lumpy like custard with an all eye seeing Rottweiler that made me fearfully
hesitate.
She looked like a bulldog chewing on a bee
And the Rotter was eyeing me leg as if it wanted to hump me
I thought to myself, give the girl a meal
Then we call it a day and that was the deal
She chose this uptown place where rich people dined
A French restaurant with snails and frogs legs, you know the funny kind
I had a steak, she had prawns and a lobster too
And she persuaded me by force to drink champagne form her trainer shoe
When she ate poor lobster it was a terrible gore
I wish she could have taken a tip from Sir Robert Hinshaw
When we finished the waiter brought the bill and waited for me to pay
£1500 bloody pounds, my bowels almost gave way
I said to him “We not finished yet. Could we have Ice cream and coffee?”
And I said “Oh and don’t forget the mint toffee”
Me credit card was on strike and would not handle that amount
It was time for me to exit time to get out
So when the waiter had gone I told her I was going to the loo
Said to her I needed to off load a number two
In a terrible panic I managed to squeeze through the window, hitting the deck
I punched the air shouting “Yes!” followed by an “Oh F-ck” and “What the Heck”
I had fallen into the kitchen and not outside you see
The head chef said “We built it this way to stop people like you stealing from me”
Five weeks on and 100000 dishes later,
If I stayed any longer I’m sure I would have been promoted to head waiter
Nevertheless, If you do come across Glen give me a shout
Tell him the mad poet is looking to blow his brains out
**For my sweet Delysia Hendricks who asked me to write this poem**
**Deglet Noor is a date that you eat if you didn't know**
Nothing but the truth darling Noor,
My heart is not in the look up anymore,
My Heart will never suffer no more,
My heart was like a desert floor,
So empty, so boring, no trees or ore.
*****
But after finding you,
Heartily words keep pouring out of my soul,
Miles of smiles, loads of kisses
And a real purpose of life and goal,
Completeness, awesomeness I FEEL NOW,
*****
You taught me without you knowing,
That Love never die.
You taught me, love is an ocean,
Whose depths cannot be plumbed.
God created universe for the love of Muhammad
Created sun and moon for the desire of Muhammad
Said be and was universe, written all from start to end
Recited Quran as a whole, for the glory of Muhammad
All saints had come, to mosque their faces daubed
Said word of testament, for the noor of Muhammad
Companions had conquered, next ones emulate
Eight heavens laid out, for the love of Muhammad
At skies birds flied, montanes and stones watered
Trees gave fruit, for the love of Muhammad
Infidels had come, from him they took faith
Prayed five times a day, for the love of Muhammad
Jonah praised cause him Quran praised
Remember and say Salawat, for the love of Muhammad
Written by Dervish Jonah (Yunus Emre)
Translation Onur Ünlü
It shines continually over our sullen earth,
Pleasantly parading these dark spaces in a splendour of righteousness,
Seldom does it cease; save for a moment,
As soft cotton wool covers it’s glow.
Searching for love in a dense cosmic plain,
It is the sign for us to believe again
dil ki juvan tumse he bolti hain
sare raj dil ke tumse he kholti hain
sona to main bhi chahti hu
per meri nendon ke abh sapne kho gaye
jitne the khab mere bo sare chur chur ho gaye
ankhhon ke sare noor ashon sang roo gaye
main lash c
main thi bindass c
gujre palo ki gunje awaj bhi
per uljan hain k meri zindagi
tere bina hui bekar c
na koi dil ki khushi na hain koi dhun saj c
koi na sune abh dil ki awaj meri
jo harpal dhundti hain bus bahe teri
tere didar ko ankhein harpal tarsti hain
bus tere liye he pyasi hain
tere liye he harpal barsti hain yeh ankhein meri
I too once assumed that by doing good
I could redeem my distorted bended soul
When I had actually done some of the worst
I thought I could do better than Him
Chained myself in guilt and disgrace
Beating life up, till things were back in their place
Turning a blind eye on the loving touch
who was sweeping up the hurts I in fact brought about
sewing back all the broken hearts
I thought I could be a better god… or a "responsible gal"
if I don’t let go off my faults
and keep scratching the healing cuts
I kept ignoring the loving one
whom poured down springs of cure from His core
To make me whole as predestined in the garden of “Noor”*
I thought I was making better my wrongs
By lingering in the faded lands
When we gave up to enemy our inherited stands
Not perceiving the victorious knight
Conquering all those captured grounds
Recalling us the monarchy of the reinstated time…
that’s why He is called “The Ancient of time”!
Oh, My friend! Can’t you see…
He has done more than what you can think
Laying down bricks of gold where ever the enemy had destroyed
Adorning it with heavenly gift impart
Don't you see the ending has become better than the start?
Lets trust Him and His plans unfold
Let us throw ourselves into arms so bold
He is mending, curing, sowing
I am healing , thriving and growing...
Let us affirm the Loving Hand!
Let’s not linger in the ugly past!
*Noor means light in Farsi.
May 13- 2016
Contest of Soul Consciousness: why is God still God at the end of the day, Creator of Heaven and Earth, creator of all therein, including man (and his Soul) worthy of all praise?
bright as a sunshine,
beautiful as a rose
and when she spoke words so kind
everywhere she went she brought noor
theirs no one like her you could ever see
she has a heart so weak,
but filled with pride
for its children to succeed and live a happy life.
student they are
on the wings of knowledge,
on mirthful wings of angel,
on light of inside and outside
smiling touches them purely
fresh mind, fresh eye view to the future
they are frolicsome for acquiring knowledge
together footsteps on the airway road
crossing they are every step of offshoot thinking
smiling, playing, gossiping, seeing, looking
and walking to the bright career
they are child to teenage on same base
on angelic wings and heavenly light
suddenly the MounTain LigHt comes upon them
comes upon them as Fat-Man and Little-Boy
it burns their wings of angelic soul
put off the light of happiness
cut up the two souls from their chain
wounded many of their caravan
MounTain LigHt brings mourning bliss for them!
it has no soul, no eye, no veins, no blood of kindness
it understands only the procession of death
it understands royal roads of Dhaka, Chattogram,
Rajshahi, Khulna, Rangpur, Sylhet, Barishal
it understands tareque masud, mishuk munier to Mim, Rajib and so on
it understands the darkness of grave yard
it understands the death angel Azraeal and greets him on inert roads
it understands a bier and shrouded dead body
it understands the epitaph with bereavement motherly tears
oh! light of life is not secured still on road
every innocent soul is devoured abruptly
giant death angel transform himself on vehicle
it comes as MounTain LigHt and fires, razes
nonsense demonic driver enjoys the race on bail
excited uncontrolled peoples ruminate stability,
demolish more lively soul in blind emotion
oh! death you are mad provoker on road to road
-August 09, 2018
*****
Note: - written on Diya Khanam Mim and Abdul Karim Rajib, student of Shaheed Ramiz Uddin Cantonment College, Dhaka were died on 29 July, 2018, Jabal-e-Noor Paribahan ran over them!
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O Thou the beauteous lofty fort!
O ancient manse O royal court!
O land of beauteous holy dream!
Thou art a shield of mortal mort
Thou midst of ancient royal mead
A royal shade A royal hand
From centuries by majestic sky
In circles of devotees stand
The birds there singth in mirth and Glee
And doth so souls of seraph bands
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In evening sing cuckoo and lark
And with them ring the mystic bells
O Tell thou Dozen lofty gates
O speak Thou stepped magic wells
Sprawling on the rocky hills
In bent of running foaming Ghaan
To save His kingly royal heart
Thy face decor by Shah Sher Khan?
Thou built on ancient Indian lands
Thou Koh e noor of Pakistan
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Artistic hands of noble Turks
They measured first by indian scale
They then erected Asian king
In meadow green in heart of vale
Oh Thou largest than all the forts!
On face of Asian continent
For crowds of people everyday
Thou sing the songs of merriment
O Thou the kingly knight at Arms!
O thou guarded by heavens wall!
Thy face on hilly slope was made
By thousand hands of Todar Laal!
To crush the tribes of Potohar
Who were the lions of Indian war
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O kings , Queens Of royal line
Wherest thou live?
Wherest thou go?
No grave no tomb not any shrine
Wherest tell me wherest you bow?
Thou chirp in birds in
winds that blow!
Or thou in Ghaan bottoms row?
With open eyes I can see
The princess swimming in Baoli
In scented orchard royal maids
Are fixing blooms in princess braids
In castle thine now fairies dwell
They drink the water of thy wells
In horrid nights they knock at doors
And then lie on dusty floors
They wake and dance in lap of meads
In Dewy gale in morning breeze
O harken me departed souls
O ancient stones ! O willow tree!
I fear the fate of Royal king
Thy kingly face who can not see
Who can not pray in Royal mosque
Who can't feel it's mirth and Glee
I fear The callous lady Death
Who in thy orchard roams so free
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Thy fort is in the hand of Lord
He is the owner of this Gem
While thou and me by our heart cord
Can bow to him or sing a hymn
We are the tourists on this earth
We are a grain of desert vast
While phantoms of the days of past
Like kingly jewels all they lost