Long Prostration Poems
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Prayer is a light
To hearts it is quiet
Hidden inside joys varied
The most sincere servitude
To chests gives cure
To rest for a soul
A drink as a holy water
A seperation between evil and good
Salat is soul's meal
Faithful's meeting with Allah
Holy Throne's cipher
Sky's gates password is salat
With that servant raises to holy God
Prayers reach to house of Lord
Angels get down from welkin when Quran readed
Universe gets silent and listens with all heart
Now let you pray, you too five times a day
Without compulsion and laziness do it by pride
At the judgement day your scales full of good deed
At the recitation and prostration unite with the Almighty God (Allah)
Small cobalt clouds on the horizon
As a dusty blue mist
Appears upon the top of trees
The sun gives all a pink kiss
Wondering is that the same jet
Streaking across the blue?
In the same place as yesterday
The red ball is not new
The doves, woodpecker, and red sun
Interact the same
A baying hound has something treed
No varmint has interchange
As the water sprinkler goes round
And the sun is higher
In the pine trees, life in morning
Comes alive, birds are fliers
Thank you, Father, for this new day
For the time to witness
Your creation, each second is
Different, and for your loving kindness
The sun has changed to clear light
It's illumination
Reveals the silhouettes of trees.
Soon heat will bring prostration
The poet longs for a revelation
Solutions for mankind
The only thing I see is in The Book
All man has to do is find
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: Matthew 7: 7
Hitherto have ye asked nothing in my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full. John 16:24
Jeremiah 29:13 “You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.”
All was well with us till we went to church,
where we were told that we had sinned,
that we must atone so as to be saved,
a verdict that left us chagrined.
Temples and mosques too offered no solace,
each but a control mechanism,
within which parables are constructed,
designed to trap us in that ism.
Somewhere in all scriptures the plot is lost,
being God realisation,
instead of which we are to join a cult,
demanding our soul’s prostration.
Noticing all paths lead to a dead end,
we chose to befriend the vast void,
dissolving our mind in time stretched silence,
reclaiming heart’s light unalloyed.
The truth is within, not somewhere out there,
immediate and intimate,
to which end, simply melding head with heart,
we birth bliss that does not abate.
What religions conceal, we now reveal,
as our origins we retrace,
when heart is pure and eye becomes single,
we see God clearly face to face.
I was turning the bed,
knife-deep in dirt when I felt it:
that ache in the wrists
from too much tending.
And there she was again—
not in the muscle,
in the memory.
Being her friend was like this:
feeding a ghost with phantom limbs,
never full, never proof enough.
She wore collapse like a weather system
borrowing against good nature,
demanded every last bit of attention—
prostration over a missed text,
a misunderstanding—
I miss her.
Not that she'd ask,
too committed to the bit: bad marriage.
It’s a loss—
how she wears his damage
like it’s all that’s left of her.
I loved that woman,
but it forced me
into the role of indentured meteorologist.
It felt like violence.
For my part in this,
the reason it lasted so long is simple:
I kept watering the weeds,
drenching her with active listening.
(The desire to be needed is intoxicating.)
It's a mercy for us both
that I didn’t get addicted.
I hope you understand
it wasn’t kindness,
nurturing that climate—
just the worst version of nice—
kept her stuck,
left me starved for reciprocity.
I had to walk away
before my spine bent
to match her trellis.
In light of today,
tomorrow I’ll plant marigold and mint,
lay down bone meal—
small things
that mind their own business.
Anything to keep my hands full
when the memory of her
breaks through soil again.
I never saw Him with my bare eyes, I pray that I shall, on one day, indeed
Through every pain and sorrow, there will be wisdom and peace, splendid.
Bare-footed subjugation with humility, declaring the oneness of God, faithfully.
A gentle wash from confusion,leading to brighter piety, for a better cause, loyally.
Ablution, prayer, supplication, for a better world, healing wounds, slow and sure.
Each step will draw more strength,bring a richness of spirituality, to fight impure.
Thy mercy overshadows anger, the all-knower of heart, the overpowering divinity
May thy mercy save us from hellfire, cleanse our sin with the water, full of purity.
Nothing is trivial to Him. And we seek for His aid only and His bountiful mercy
Mortal human rises up to the supreme, through his prostration, spiritual ecstasy
Word touches an inner word of wisdom, Inner pearls of reflection and acceptance
O the sustainer!Accept us in steadfastness,with humility of thy wisdom, richness.
I am rushing through words to depict a picture here. Maybe, I should not so.
Nowadays faith is a gemstone, a subject of cover-up or a show-off thing to go.
Alienated theory. Process of elimination. Nothing in the alignment of thy favor.
We get processed through a system of brain-wash, instead of being wiser, sober.
As I am pouring the words on a blank page, my strength of conviction says it, all
I saw Him in breathtaking fall color, in far-reaching clouds on a sky, serene, full.
Will you read it to the end? I am no one, yet, I need to be one, in a subtle way.
A lowly world with worldly pain. A poem shall reach beyond, on a promising day.
I’d just finished my fall-term exams. I felt at once both played-out and relieved.
Ever felt like just falling over? Didn’t I deserve that small treat after what I’d achieved?
No doubt our floor was dirty but dust, in blonde hair, isn’t easily perceived.
I was lying, relaxed, on the cool common room floor in sedate prostration
when my boyfriend arrived. He was eager for some post-exam reunification
but I lacked the energy for synergy, the motivation for combination
or even flirtation. Which left him grumbling with male frustration.
He suggested, “Why don’t we go out for some libation?”
Oh, what a smooth-talker - that’s practically a direct quotation.
“Oh, sure,” I said, “ply me with booze and into temptation!”
Side stepping that, he proclaimed, “It’s time to celebrate and the start of vacation!”
I held up my hands and he pulled me upright, “Ok.” I said in resigned assignation.
A shower and change of clothes soon had me refreshed and reanimated.
How sad I’d have been to miss the end of term conversations imbued by holiday decorations
and I offer this to you, my small, winter, college-based narration.
In the hope that you’ll be inspired, even if you’re tired, to celebrate your own holiday occasions.
Happy Holidays Everyone!
Solider of fortune are responsible to provide the real stability to pakistan among all nations of the world.
your unity,faith and discipline are real means of your glory in war.
your Prostration to Allah AlMighty five times in a day gives you strong powers to win wars.
Solider of fortune is a man of patriotism,a man of dignity,a man of diplomacy,a man of disciplined, a man of dedication,a man of devotion,in total he is a man of distinction.
The death of Martyr is the real life of nation.And the blood of Martyr is the real charity of alive nations.
you are such a fast Cavalier who is loyal to his own Pakistani nation & loved by his own beloved country people.
you are light of vision to each & every eye and you hold the spirit of every pious person.
You give real survival and respect to our religion islam.
You give safe,secure and stable environment to the whole world by your own well cultured devoted down to earth personality.
Charity received through super power countries increase our affluence level only.
But if we grow our own country crops of cereals.so it will verdant and beautify our environment.
Means if we belief on our own resources,or our own young future generation,they themselves work hard with full confidence then we easily achieve our future goals.
So we donot need of charity from outside.we will able to achieve our required future targets by working with our own limited resources.
If we donot do Bargaining of our self respect & Venality at any case even infront of our real enemies.
Then the barren land of our own beloved country pakistan turn to become Oasis & overseas.
It means We will enjoy the benefit of each & every facility with in our own pakistan.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
https://youtu.be/dXiPoIwR93I
The fun of this world is that my Lord is one. No mishaps or wishwashy mistakes on bending my in knee in prostration. My king is Allah and I wish to meet and greet him when my soul is taken to heaven. You see, my desire is paradise and I refuse to roll the dice on that dream, why waste being proper when the golden trees and rivers that are sweet to the taste, that will have my taste buds jumping in joy because oh boy, an everlasting stay in a place of supreme serenity, no vain pains, but everybody is equal and the people that made peace on this earth have eternity waiting for them.
My dream no matter how far it may seem is to have the fate of being allowed into the gates, along with my family and being greeted by the angels of mercy. To see foods of my liking spread across a table and to live in a kingdom without an ounce of rudeness. Noone calling me out my name, but I will reside beside people who have fame. They were good in God's temporary illusion despite all the confusion.
Recently, I requested my former husband,
regarding compassion and compassionate health care only...
As, my HIPPA compliance never got far enough.
To save me before hip and prostration, as a Wahabi or Shafi'i
I needed permission to leave the classroom.
had to happen in a lobby or a darkroom spot.
Blind, rear, spot and spotting.
all these words are intricate, triggering and
possibly extenuatingly sensual
Where someone, even I
will feel that the deceased mother-in-law
is talking even in rumination.
to a health care professional of health care compassionate
Third party enough.
2-10-2024
long live the queen
her robe so long indeed
it took a long time to make
your highness my queen
how high her seat only
the high minded can fit
her majesty my queen
my cap fell off my head in prostration
oh i didn't mean to be funny
please my queen
my knees wear out my trousers
i only beg for my right
how beautiful the queen is
could it be mockery?
even if, you cant tell her to her face
it's worse than treachery
my queen wears a diamond
she may know the price but not the value
i can bet it true
she had never dug the mines
i love my queen
don't misunderstand me, i meant just love
you know what i mean.