Best Sahib Poems
It was you from the moment I seen you.
I knew in my heart I would be the one to rescue you, but in the end you ended up saving me.
I see in your eyes the pain that lingered inside.
From your past relationships your pride was on cloud nine.
My theory was to put your fears aside.
You feel like I am like all the rest, so you continuously put my love through a test.
Why won’t you let me love you?
My love is a virtue, forever lasting external statue.
It was you my handcrafted imbue tattoo I cling to.
If you only knew how I truly feel about you.
I was sculpted only for you my sahib, I am your rib.
You’re a reflection of me desperately wanting love, but scared of the many risks that come with it.
Love should have come with an asterisk.
You’re my only weakness causing infectious affection.
It was your personality that spoke volumes to me, showering me with chivalry.
Persistency kept me where I wanted to be.
Let me be the one you need, all you need is faith as tiny as a mustard seed.
Abundantly this love will be an adjustment for you, and me.
If you should have a nightmare just know I will be there.
If you’re hurting and need to cry, I will be the one to wipe your eyes.
For my love only identifies.
I fell in love with you, not for the things you’re able to do.
It was simply you…
If you should happen to get laid off work, I will be the one standing in the door.
The only one you brace oneself for.
Your personal landing gear, I am whole heartily sincere.
I will be your rocking chair.
If the time comes and you begin to lose your hair, baby I will be your favorite barber chair your personal concierge.
It was you that introduced your love voodoo.
Only wanting you timeless déjà vu.
You made me love you; you are my lifetime band aid.
Now let me be your brigade, your right hand grenade.
You’re forever nursing aide.
The sharpest in your drawer knife blade.
The one and, only ace of spade your jack of trades.
Equivalent to money your love is symbolic.
A polished rocket you’re extraordinary, and solid.
Biologic process but simply flawless.
If I am getting off topic I might be losing conscious.
Thinking of you makes me forget my surroundings.
My heart starts pounding echo sounding.
I automatic start smiling, it’s simply astounding.
You knew it has always been you.
It was you.
( 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
Birth is not from sin but from the best love,
from the faithful love of two biological soul;
From the gushing liquid I'm as if an aquatic animal
Birth is not from the drop of Pacific Ocean
but from the drop depth more than that
This is I from the royal love,
from that love me and my soul
an animal of power of speaking,
holder of best conscience,
with six senses
I'm human
They make me Hindu, Buddhist, Jew, Christian, Muslim, Sikh
title me with any other name,
although from my birth I'm human,
the best shaped animal of God
Since then I learn what are taught to me
I build me on that path they teach to build
I learn sin or virtue how to teach me,
wickedness, virtuous, hatred, vengeance or love,
I learn the same as they teach me,
Because I'm human, following being only!
From the unknown time
I learn all in divided laws,
on the tone of faithfulness and unfaithfulness,
in the verse of belief and disbelief,
which are taught me from predecessors learning
Because I'm human, following being only!
From the Holy Scriptures
I learn that are taught to me from good or worse,
As pantomime doll I stay in mimicry
I learn from the holy Vedas, Jabur, Tawrat, Tripitaka,
The holy Injil, Qur'an, Granth Sahib….
Learn more from the Holy Scriptures
Because I'm human, I believe God
These teachings only for me among the whole created animals
To be best conscious creation
To be united animal, not to be divided follower!
When I look at other created animals
then I find they learn own-self for the essence of life
For them no need the Holy Scriptures
So, am I worse than the other creation of the world!
I learn which are taught to me
I learn everything but forget to teach myself
- March 26,2018 Chittagong
Transaltor
A Dialect Poem
The Transaltor is here again Sahib he has something to say to thee. Jobor is
speaking.
Transaltor is speaking: Sahib eye must travel many moons to visit the aged yew
it must be hard to understand the English of this madman he is typo mad he
makes eye the I the pronoun and the ewe his wife she must be happy to have
him oh wait no we cannot judge a poet it must be style to bring a smile to every
poets faces
Sahib speaks now: just tell me he sent me message and disturbed my aged
wisdom in my places that eye visit are we still friends
Jobor speaks again:
Yes Sahib he would not answer thus without a reason.
Narrator speaks to crowd: What devotion if his servant is thus happy with this
poet than he must have a very good reason to speak so off the wall and seem so
badly wronging them
Transaltor says YES it seems so he says he is very sorry he called yew the back
end of a camel can we still be friends my friend
Sahib says YES
Sahib’s head
swings in an arm-chair
while waiting for his son.
A midnight fox howls.
His son hasn’t returned
yet. Disquietude deepens.
Curls of smoke
stain adolescence
in the cannabis lit nights.
His son washes
his wounds in rum. His
stepmother’s tongue was sharp.
Bell rings, as usual.
Sahib opens the door,
his mind’s hinges grate.
His son passes by
as an emperor from
the lawless kingdom,
and stares with
his sin streaked eyes.
Reek of liquor mutes Sahib.
Each night burns
until its edge. Waiting’s
love’s non-profit pain.
First published in Scarlet Leaf Review, Canada
Tribute To Shaikh Sahib
M Shaikh An Iconic Figure of Islam
Founder of IIPC and a superb Imam
A man of Peace and man of words
An Eagle in the world of Birds
Sharp, intelligent and bright
Amazing mesmerizing and right
Oh You who stand alone to fight evil in the dark
May God be pleased with you and your family.
Note. A man of words = A person who speaks or writes well.
Engineer Mirza VS Sheikh Sahib
Platform: Youtube.
Speciality: Teachings Of Islam.
Mode Of Speech: Engineer Mirza Elaborative.
Sheikh Sahib: Superlative.
Quality: Both are opposing violence.
Contribution: Sheikh is the founder of International Islamic Propagation Center and Engineer Mirza invented Anti Venom Digestive Phaki.
Source Of Knowledge: Quran and ahadees.
Common: Both have been the victim of murder attempt.
Weakness: Both have dozens of rivals.
Note. Premature nations are against freedom of speech.
Moral: Angry People can't take criticism.
It's lockdown everywhere,
each one of us are sitting on a chair.
We all are at home,
can't even think of going to Rome.
Neither we can go out nor roam,
it just brings boredom.
It's a boring life,
hope everything comes back in a while.
All the business and work going down,
we are playing a role of a clown.
There is no source of income,
we don't know where the money will come from.
Still we are locked,
without knowing about the outcome.
Now, as we all are at home sitting idle,
do some household chores, take out some time
for Geeta, Quran, Guru Granth Sahib and Bible.
The whole world is in danger
so stay away from stranger.
To stay safe we should follow some rules,
that differentiates between us and the fools.
It's an epidemic time, we all can surely fight
there won't be any demons for fright,
still if you have doubt, look at those dreadful sight,
so maintain social distance, on our master's insistence
for our future existence.
Stay home, stay safe.
Wilayat(sainthood)is a special spark which
God bestows upon His chosen men only by
virtue of His grace and favour.According to
me sainthood is the active stage of divine energy
which is found in divine spark also known as Huzoori
which means presence of activated divine energy.
Note.Najeeb Sultan sahib kya haal hai ap ka??.
Peeri Mureedi kaisa chal raha hai hahahahaha?