Long Noor Poems
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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.
I lost me
Somewhere between silent tears and fake smiles
Between “I’m fine” and aching miles
Between holding on and letting go
I buried myself in what you’ll never know
I lost me
In dreams I crafted but couldn't achieve
In people I loved who chose to leave
In promises broken, in words unsaid
In the echo of hope that quietly fled
I lost me
While being strong when I was weak
While hiding pain I couldn’t speak
While being the sun in someone’s night
I forgot I too deserved the light
I lost me
To fears I fed and lies I wore
To battles fought behind closed doors
To the mirror that stopped reflecting me
And showed a stranger, silently
I lost me
But maybe, just maybe
One day in sujood, in a tearful plea
In the noor of truth, I’ll find me
The real me who was meant to be
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
HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
NARM HAWAE, NARM GATAYE — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
ZAKHMO JAFA YE TERE HAWALE — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
TEG-E-MASTAK, TEG-E-WAFA — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
ZARB-E-ISHQ MERA BADAN — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
SAH-E-BALANDI, SAH-E-FASANA — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
DIL PE DASTAK TERI IZZAT — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
MOHABBAT-E-KHAFA, DARD-E-WAFA — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
MERA LAHU, TERI KHUSHBU — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
ISHQ-E-NIGAH, ROOH-E-HAYA — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
TERA QADAM, MERA RASTA — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
FARQ-E-RAFTA, SAATH-E-HAAL — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
TERA BADAN, MERI DEEWANI — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
NOOR-E-DIL, NOOR-E-SAFA — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
TERA R.D., ISHQ-E-WAFA — HAY RE ISHQ, WAH RE WAH
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**
Ab har chehre mein uska khoobsurat chehra nazar aata hai,
Mere dil ka har raaz, uski ek muskurahat mein chhup sa jata hai.
Us chehre ki baat hi kuch alag hai, kaise karu uske husn ka bayan,
Meri nazar uspar thehri rahti hai, jaise chand se pyara wo asman.
Uski tareef me kya kahu, chand se tulna v kaise karu quki chera wo jo itna suhana lagta hai,
Sach kahu to ab to uske saamne chand v bilkul purana sa lagta hai!!
(Chalie to varnan karte hai uske us roop ki…..)
Aankhein uski jaise gehri jheel, jisme har khwab doob jata hai,
Woh nigahein hain jaise kaajal se likhi hui koi kahani, jo bas uspar hi sajta hai.
Uske modify kie hue baalon ka jadoo, jaise kaali raaton ka sama,
Ek jhalak jo mile, toh dil ban jata hai deewana mastana.
Ab baat aati hai us meethe se chashme ka, jaise ho barfi ki mithas,
Har andhera uske noor se ho jata hai udaas!!
Kya tarif karu us sundar si muskan ka,
Woh aisa lagta hai ki maano band hotho se nikal rahi ho narm hawa dastan ka.
Bas kami hai ek hi cheez ki jo mujhe kaafi pasand hai woh hai ek choti si kali bindi,
Jo is chehre ko aur bhi haseen bana de, jaise chaand par chandni.
Uske bad sharmati hui chhoti si muskurahat is haseen mukhre ko aur saja de,
Jaise kaliyon mein bahar, khilte phoolon ka aur khila de!!
Uff ab tum hi batao, lage kaise na dil is bepanah mukhde par,
Aisa lagta hai maano kismat ne koi saazish ki hai is asar.
Tumhari is saadgi ka kya hi kehna, bas itna pata hai,
Is saare jahaan mein tum bemisaal ho.
Tumhe apne husn ko sanwarne ki zarurat bhi kya hai,
Tum toh saadgi ki qayamat mein hi khoob kamaal ho!!
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
All Rights Reserved
That heaven's rivers
flow saying Allah
Went out philomels of Islam
whistles saying Allah
Sways tugba trees
Recites Quran also tongues
Elysum yard's roses
smells saying Allah
Some eats some drinks
Angels deal out peace
Prophet Idris measures dress
Stitchs saying Allah
All posts are from noor
All leaves are from silver
While streching branches
Concludes saying Allah
Brighter than moon, faces
Sweater than suger, voices
Eden's houri maidens
Wanders saying Allah
One who is in love with Allah
Pours teardrops from his eyes
Becomes pure in and outsides
Sings saying Allah
Whatever you wish, wish from God
Walk in this way with a guide
Parrot is in love with tulip
Crows saying Allah
Opened skies' doors
Full of peace all of those
Eight heaven's shores
Uncovered saying Allah
Ridvan is opener of gate
Idris is measurer of cloth
Drinker of Kevser sherbet
Quenchs saying Allah
Dervish Jonah arrive to your pal
Do not leave today to tomorrow
Morning to God's council
Let me reach saying Allah
Written by Dervish Jonah (Yunus Emre)
Translation Onur Ünlü
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