Broken is the heart
that sought shelter in thine hands.
I mistook beauty for loyalty,
and gratitude for love.
What hurts most—
I glimpsed a future in us.
Can I say I gave it my all?
Did it ever feel enough?
Far enough to notice,
close enough to linger…
© Rahim Moon 2026
Do mine eyes deceive,
or should I kneel to the angel before me,
fair maid?
As sunlight graces thine face,
I cannot help but wonder
how beautiful thou art…
I brought a small gift for thee,
yet feared it was not enough.
© Rahim Moon 2026
So this is what it feels like to be loved—
to love someone truly.
I long for thee.
Filled with quiet ecstasy,
I wonder what the days ahead hold for us…
I miss thy scent—
that quiet fragrance
that belongs only to thee.
© Rahim Moon 2026
Shall I not call ye a blessing,
for I find peace in thy hands?
Shall I not fumble out words of praise
to thee who hath filled my heart with delight?
Long have I waited for this day,
thy smile as delightful as ever,
and thine eyes sparkling like the night sky…
© Rahim Moon 2026
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I can't swear that you will cry,
Everything is known, yet look, we both walk with a gentle smile.
I don't know what people are searching for, a Ram, a Rahim, and a Supreme Being.
What is this story of theirs that they consider true, clinging to it with their soul?
Even after death, they continue to connect their relationships with it.
Children are the destination, so progeny is the reckoning,
The taste of deeds, bonds, likes and dislikes is also unique.
Everyone has to travel the entire country.
Worry thought it would end on the pyre,
From there, another worry burned.
Say, "Ram's name is the truth," there is infinity in the words.
Therefore: They are ignorant of this game, where truth is in the name of Ram, and death is also in the name of Ram. All are Lakshman, the goal is salvation (Moksha), keep playing...
**RAMAYANA**
With love to all,
OM namah shivaya
OM Jagdish bajantri (mhabharamnad)
Whose psyche has come to my physique? Do I ever know?
I accept it as a stream accepts the fresh rain and flow.
In Ram, Rahim, and Robert, Rajeet this soul might have been
Did this dwell in Buddha and Jesus in a form unseen?
How many bodies had merged with the dust like earthen pots?
How, like feeble flies, has it passed through many throttling knots?
Did I get through any fragrant flowers and fleshy fruit?
Did I breathe through violin, guitar, sitar, flute, and lute?
Entwined amidst meaninglessness are wisdom and reason
Amidst winter, fall, monsoon, and summer, there's the spring season.
When absurd ends put a pause on flawlessly flowing streams
As though after dreams, before me dawn rays of rainbow beams
Peace, bliss, Nirvana, liberation, or transformation
New life, new hope, resurrection, or resuscitation
Concepts, caprices, conceits, and convictions could continue
Life, yet, like a fountain in flux, would secrete nectar new
How not to steal from a mamba
That came to your house
To check on your children
How a little snake mamba
Comes in like robin hood
Asking children
Have you eaten anything good we can share
Bismillah hir-Rahman nir-Rahim
And maybe a little portion of food
Left for him everyday
Even in your thoughts
And blessing from God
The Little mamba moves away
Singing dancing
I’ve enchanted them all
To give a little to time and thought
To animals on this earth
Living and struggling for food
In mercy and merciful God,adding the mercy of all moms still much more God!
Getting through the night
with a song,
A sad song
Perhaps the words are unknown to you.
But tonight
That song is desired by my tearful heart,
While my eyes are waiting for a touch of morning dew.
Tonight
my voice cannot reach your heart
Nor
I'm able to fall asleep
To take you to a dream.
Getting through the night
with a song,
A sad song that speaks to me,
While no one can hear my heart's scream.
Getting through the night
With a song,
A sad song
like the sorrow of a leaf in the fall.
Getting through the night
With a song,
A sad song
For a night in solitude after all.
Goran Rahim
How not to steal from a mamba
That came to your house
To check on your children
How a little snake mamba
Comes in like robin hood
Asking children
Have you eaten anything good we can share
With a simple prayer
Bismillah hir-Rahman nir-Rahim
And maybe a little portion of food
Left for him everyday
Even in your thoughts
And blessings from God
The little mamba moves away
Singing dancing
I've enchanted them all
To give a little to time and thought
To animals on this earth
Living and struggling for food.
A poem for republic day.....
~~~~~ Jai Hind ~~~~~~~~
From great nation, India, we hail,
Where Indus valley used to prevail.
Emperors came, emperors gone,
We always regained our own throne.
Last was the English invasion on us,
Brutal than Alexander, Ghazni, and Poras,
Wings of Golden Bird were torn,
To teach Non-violence, Bapu was born.
Bhagat, Rajguru, Sukhdev chose their way,
With combined efforts came a strong ray.
Nehru, Lala, Shashtri we can’t forget,
But for unsung heroes we regret.
Finally the moment of freedom came,
Now the wildest elephant we could tame.
Tricolour perpetually tells us to go on,
Despite of Ram, Rahim, Aryan or John.
Democracy, harmony we really praise,
Most of the intellectuals of all, we raise.
Tell everyone this noble story.
How to take the nation to zenith of glory.
Independence and republic day are not only to celebrate,
We must ever have full respect to commemorate.
India is united from Kashmir to Chennai and Assam to Sind,
Let’s come together and say aloud Jai Hind Jai Hind Jai Hind.
Written by: I. B. Chhetri
Introduction: *A Piece for Islam*...Skins will olden, but souls will revive. Only if we believe and survive.
Islam is the way to freedom,
It's my pass to Thy Kingdom
My Taqwa, my Ibadah, my Tawbah
I shall never abandon
In this month I wear a vest
Where In pockets live the best,
Thy mercy is only I seek
My humble one request.
This rainfall, Thou bestowed Thy bliss
Upon our souls and bravura trees,
It's everything a Muslim as I
Should need to spend within my Deen.
Ya Rahman! Ya Rahim!
Ya Allah! My Allah!
Only to Thee I submit,
Only in Thee I believe.
At hours of darkness I prostrate
Thus every day Thy grant and heal
The scars I bear in fights for You,
To You my faith is beyond surreal
The struggle I admire to bear
It pulls me towards You so near,
In this month I share and care,
I won't wipe off my stream of tears
In the Night of Power,
In Laylat al-Qadr,
I cry for Thy forgiveness
I pray for Thy guidance.
O' Allah! O' Redeemer!
To Thee I do surrender,
My life in Thy presence it shines, I breathe so brightly; I survive
As long as I'm alive this way, Inshallah I pray I’ll do just fine.
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