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Muhammad, chosen by Allah to lead,
A humble man with a heart full of creed,
His words, a guide to all in need,
A mercy to mankind, indeed.
In the land of Arabia, he was born,
A light of guidance, a hope forlorn,
To worship the one God, he did adorn,
And from idolatry, he did scorn.
His teachings spread like wildfire,
His message of peace, love, and desire,
He conquered hearts with his soft attire,
And made the oppressed feel higher.
A man of integrity and honor,
A just ruler, a compassionate donor,
He spread love like no other,
And made the world a better harbor.
With the Quran as his guiding light,
He led by example, with all his might,
He fought for justice, day and night,
And always stood for what was right.
The legacy of Muhammad (SAW) lives on,
His message of peace, not gone,
A shining star, until the dawn,
A mercy to mankind, forever on.
I'm on a learning curve and learned today
a straight line means exponential growth, and
the steeper the line, the faster the death toll.
You saw the number of death this morning?
The tiresome business is all over again.
The stock of coffins dwindling
dazed with grief, I leaf the morning paper, swallowed up
by virus's treachery, racing like a wildfire.
Will it die a natural death?
Its insatiable appetite for death solicits
more concessions from humans who no longer
have individual destinies, only collective destinies.
We either find a rift in its wall of fire
or succumb to our bereavement and anxiety.
I'm on holiday without pay
auto-isolating long before the decree, calculating the
mathematics of defeat, asking
how will it be in three or six months?
and how close to virus's guillotine?
Through aeons of cold thoughts
frost in sheer chasm
no sun moon or star
earth empty bizarre
hell's grim phantasm
dust into dust blown
where ghosts jug on the sidewalks
each one six feet apart, alone
in retreat like ghouls of
lonely cemeteries
wraiths of uneasy covenant
too afraid to surmise the
brave salutation of a
passerby.
Click in an instance the human volcano erupts
From a distance, feel the sudden switch of countenance
So hot the magma boils
from inside it wont wait to spill over
Looking with intensity yet blind with rage
The feeling on stage acting as salvage
The entire sense of reasoning caged
Unreasonably out of gauge
Just then if not controlled
Boooommm!!!
Bloody lava flows out spiting wildfire
so fast mistakes happen
leaving evidence of ashes
sssshhhhhh!!!!!
it cools, and beclouding smokes disappear
the senses awake and the eyes brighten.
Never say it was the work of the devil cus he may be asleep.
The mind empowered with desire -
The heart upon a dragon's back -
From depths of hell, Intricate Fire
Spring into life! And don't look back!
Through caves, through shafts, and through volcanos -
Into the clouds in ruby plumes -
Through things both exquisite and heinous -
Intricate fire to burn presumes.
What is your source? Who is your ruler?
Upon which start and to what end?
Reasoned from what, and in what manner?
Through context, based on which intent?
In forest, wildfire without pity;
Midst people, the electric light -
Moderate doses light a city;
Extremes burn holes in the night -
What will you char? What will you nourish?
And what transfigure, into whom?
What will in warmth you give off flourish?
What will be in your heat consumed?
Smashing through crust, and into air -
And with that feat of passion done
Springing past construct and despair -
But what is closer to the sun?
Crust breaks, that fire might meet the surface
And show what is that made the earth;
And then beyond, there is the cosmos,
That gave both earth and fire its birth!
And then beyond, galactic matter
And then - more, more, and endlessly
Simplicity complexly scattered
From simply hewn complexity:
Quasars, black holes, energized darkness,
The sugar in the Milky Way
Particle-waves, relative timespace
Between the galilean frames -
But do not pause yet on your journey!
So much to see, so much to be!
Abyss of stars appear before you
And in them - blended - destiny:
To meet the sky, and like a comet
To blaze the path around the sun
Through Milky Way and out beyond it
And through it, out into the One!
Or two! Or three! Or the forever
Beyond the known aleph null -
Into the endless Everywhere -
Burst, fire, and never ever fall:
Spring into the eternal purpose
And only then you can be free:
From magma's heart and into Cosmos -
Intricate fire! Burn through me!
Attaining insight is quite unpredictable.
Wisdom filters all impurities of mind.
Time and age are not at all constraints to attain wisdom.
It’s mystic and beyond one’s reasoning.
It pops up as sunshine emerges from behind the cloud curtains.
A divine hallmark, transforms one out-and-out.
It may flare up like a volcano’s eruption or a surging tsunami
or a wildfire or a sudden hostility bursts into.
Bitter sorrows, creepy bloodshed, deep remorse,
empathy may be the subjects enlighten the spirit.
A cruel and stony hearted man may turn into a monk
And liberated from all intricacies.
Self-inquiry is the best path to get enlightenment.
Fetters are always fetters indifferent to their making of gold or iron.
Renunciation leads to emancipation.
Purification of soul attained by shattering the shackles of evil temptations.
Man can never be the sole owner of this planet.
All creatures have equal right.
Remember they are part of our fraternal family.
Venom affects the victim only but anger affects both the victim and the assaulter.
Happiness is sublime to all earthly possessions.
There is no guarantee for rebirth.
Realize the meaning and purpose of life now only.
Lack of wisdom develops bottomless chasm in hearts.
Equal regard to all is the ultimate outcome of wisdom.
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Date: 16-04-2023
"Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more, in the leafless root there is no less" - Ralph Waldo Emerson
I'm a sunflower,
dipped in honey of
bittersweet bronze smiles,
admiring its soulmate
strolling around the sun,
in sombre shine of
eclipsed dawn, whilst
these faes lure poisoned
pollens with flaming
ruby red ocean foams,
And I see a peculiar
patchwork on knitted
canopies, which are
sprouting clayey hearts
out of crimson crooned
willow branches.
Crumbling to pixies,
falling lifeless like fragile
leaflets in autumnal carols,
I believe, twin flame
telepathy is a souvenir
of roses and thorns,
which emerges as wanton
wildfire on the brim of
ocean's moon-song
in mellifluous mystery,
outlining turmoil in
turquoise land of trolls.
For, magnetised feathers
on matte lips always get
soaked in ashey sighs
of regret, whenever
bewitching conspiracy
of his amethyst eyes,
befalls in dialects of
forest's echoes and the
brittle skin of basilisk
slithers with a deadly gaze
upon my mulberry heart.
Chasing seasonal winds,
I became the fading mist
that succumbs to the
sheath of amber rays,
infusing in my lungs,
and suffocating my love for life;
Amidst these broken skies,
you left shadows of
pencil-sketched debris,
that float like wisps
of faulty daffodils,
distorting my dreams
and twisting thy truths,
in hellfire horizon that
sets our graves apart,
beyond million miles of
satanic soliloquies.
I remember, not long after we met,
playing the parts of free-spirited hearts,
adlibbing lines without rehearsing.
Absurd as it sounds, 'twas quite profound
that tensile strength of our tapestry threads
became so quickly woven together...
without eyes meeting nor voices heard.
We meshed as if delightfully dancing,
swaying like palms in a balmy breeze.
Our steps were always in perfect sync.
We were Fred and Ginger, turquoise and silver,
Darcy and Elizabeth without pride and prejudice.
I imagined his touch and kisses with bated breath
until the day he went away... emotionally.
In realms where daylight and darkness merge,
that shadowed place where docile dreams
and nefarious nightmares converge,
he was lost to me... Love's tragedy.
Our Utopian haven became a dystopian desert,
a desolate domain where stoic silence rules
over fools who choose to hold on to hope.
The nib of a pen, his tool of seduction
His dark verses seduced my hungry soul
and lighthearted lyrics were welcomed humor.
I sighed over his poetic rhymes of garden roses.
I suppose the fault was as much mine as his
for flirtation came easily in moments of desire.
My heart yielded without repent to be with him
and longed to smell the scent of his garden beds..
‘Twas more than a mere whim
My yearning burned for him like wildfire.
Suddenly, his flame was extinguished
as if what we'd shared had never been.
I had become addicted to his alchemy.
Combustibly enamored with explosive thoughts
because my greed and indulgent need of him
no longer fed my famished heart.
I was a prisoner of emotion, tangled within his web
of silken threads, longing once more to feel
his passionate embrace, but no trace of him was left.
What we vowed we felt was intoxicating.
I wanted him to make me that part of him
that didn't allow him to breathe without me...
but it was not to be.
I savor what we shared; that aching aura of love.
The months we dared expose our hearts.
I reread his poems and think of them as elegies ~
memories that may one day fade away
like sad melodies of haunting love songs
that unearth melancholy on dark, dreary days.
In The Midst of a Maelstrom
My emotions are consuming like wildfire.
Once elated, now, my body is burning.
My mind was once my friend,
now unspeakable thoughts torment my soul.
I rage, and I shake... trembling with fear.
Questions consume me,
focused on a particular thought,
like paralysis, I am locked.
Yet, beyond the whipping hair,
and the deafening noise,
I see a glimmering light,
in the midst of a maelstrom,
Where there is faith, there is no fear.
and the seas die back,
and sheets that I tore that became my slumbering chains,
now release me from my nightmare,
and Jesus stands there, with comforting arms,
and calls my name.
I am reminded when facing a storm,
God does not give the spirit of fear.
God gives the spirit of strength,
of sound mind,
and of love.
Surrender,
and like a hurricane, walk to the center.
There, you will find him...
His majestic peace...
authority over all things.
by, Martin Braun
Glory be to God, my savior.
August 19, 2023
“Stardust is falling!” I heard my son cry,
his small precious face looking up at the sky.
“Stardust?” I echoed, and thought how my son
had such a vivid imagination.
“Yes, Mommy. Look!” he said, taking my hand.
He led me outside; the sky I then scanned.
I felt an enchantment, for what did I see?
Myriads of stars shone down brightly at me.
And the harder I stared, the more that it seemed
the heaven above was like something we dreamed.
The sky was a forest, and each star - a tree -
was blazing in splendor against ebony.
A celestial wildfire spread there overhead.
“See, Mommy, see?” my dear child then said.
No dust falling down from those stars did I see,
but his eyes now looked downward ecstatically.
When I followed his gaze, my shock was so sweet.
A blanket of stardust I found at our feet!
If the Earth accepted defeat and let the sun burn her, what would happen
If the Fire didn't believe in itself and slowly diminished, what would happen
If the Space never wanted vastness and stayed the same, what would happen
If the Air stopped itself from reaching everywhere, what would happen
If the Water never attained purity and clarity, what would happen
The planets would collide, the tsunamis would arise, the thunders would strike our very land and the history would be erased as never existed.
But the earth doesn't give up
She stands kind and strong to every wound
She carries every living within her until she becomes the life herself
The fire doesn't waste by waiting
All it needs is a spark To start a whole wildfire
It ignites the heat from withing
To destroy the weeds and provide opportunity for a new potential
The space is not captured by anyone
He is free of other's opinions and grows non stop to become eternal
To become limitless
To become infinity
The Air is known for providing
It means no harm until tested
It turns everything upside down,
Takes all you've built in mere seconds
And shows the true strength of the Tornado
The water is as calm as a lake
But if her gentleness is taken for granted, she breaks all barriers, floods shock waves of currents and creates a powerful Tsunami
As strong as the Earth
The one who embraces the humble birth
As fierce as the fire
The one With a burning desire
As vast as space
In cosmos of life, the one who found his place
In the speed of air
The one who Flew high without a care, beyond compare
Adaptable as water
The one who can Flow with ease
And plunge forward towards mysteries.
There is always this one who strives for perfection
There is always this one who is remembered forever
There is always this one whose intensity sends shivers down our spine
There is always this one who rises above all