Written by: Ali Taha Alnobani
When you bury your conviction in a deep grave
Something will take you to a new wave
Death is not only the end of body
It is a daily event: strong and brave
Categories:
taha, wisdom, words,
Form: Verse
The Old Man
Eleven Thousand miles away,
there lives an old man, so they say.
He works and toils to teach and make,
his students smart and chocolate cake.
He has an old, worn pair of specs.
He has a mailbox, daily he checks.
He has an orange shirt he wears,
with blue brown checks and lots of tears.
He likes to write, he likes to cook.
he never turns down a good book.
He plays a flute so calm and cool.
He swims every day in his pool.
He likes to talk philosophy
on topics that we never see.
He has a lot of friends world wide.
He makes them smile, Indeed so wide.
People admire him by the ton.
Indeed the old man is much fun.
-Taha
Categories:
taha, analogy, cool, grandfather,
Form: Verse
The Lily:
I found it swaying, happily among,
Its stranger friends, with me laughing along.
I hadn’t a clue, how crucial it’d be,
To my sanity, love, knowledge and glee.
We spent nights and days, talking endlessly,
Of sorrow, thoughts, books, future, reality,
So close we were but, we never knew why.
A sibling? Lover? Friend? Parabatai?
We dreamt of living, together and free,
Of doing everything, that we couldn’t complete.
But Alas! Life came, and tore us apart,
Made us, not one, but two hearts.
Never feeling the fact, I carried on.
Never knowing me full, it carried on.
I was never able, to show till now
How much I loved it, does it matter now?
It has its own life. I have my own drifts.
Though filled with worries, it still has few gifts.
The memories of old, the happiness of past,
The longing for my soul, the beating of my heart.
-By Taha
Categories:
taha, absence, change, fate,
Form: Verse
Unrequited Soliloquies Of The Heart
Estranged
By M. Taha Effendi
(Sonnet)
As I walk along the twilit avenue,
A forlorn heart bids the day adieu,
The rubicund sun withdraws its weary
gaze,
Surrenders its quest of endless days,
Vagrant clouds drift to uncharted lands,
Twilight steals a last glance through
evening's hands,
The gloaming emblazoned with pink and
gray hue,
As I walk along the twilit avenue,
The west wind wails in melancholy,
A lonely river seeks the embrace of the
sea,
Unchained melodies of the solitaire's
refrain,
That has emptied love's hemlock to the
drains,
Unrequited soliloquies of the heart
estranged,
Nature's course, onerous, unchanged,
Categories:
taha, dedication, devotion, heart, hope,
Form: Sonnet
"Ensnare My Heart"
By M. Taha Effendi
(Ballad)
O beautiful maiden of my captive heart,
Are you not the lone bard's pompous muse?
With allure that inspired the divine art,
Heavens' hand made you with such delicate use,
What sweet circumstance upon me befalls,
My heart the endearing perfidy has plotted,
Entombed in my bosom, it beats to your calls,
Loves beyond reason the heart besotted,
Let my soul swoon at your eternal beauty awhile,
Mesmerize by sheer fineness of your chiseled cheek,
Beguile by crimson roses that adorn your seraphic smile,
Savor in you the beauty of which poets speak,
Your eyes are gleaming lagoons of preserved vintage,
Shades the cerulean ocean from their depths did lease,
The jealous eye of heaven envies your radiant visage,
The blushing moon embarrassed cowers beneath the seas,
Would you shelter me in your silken veil perchance?
That imbue elation in those who wander in its shade,
And sways to cadence of zephyrs in an eternal dance,
To invoke dark urges of soul with a sublime serenade,
Categories:
taha, adventure, art, devotion, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
The tormented cries of a heart confined
Barely ever met a gratifying end
The meager state is but a trick of your mind
For the course of destiny lies in your own hand
Forsaken love, a conceivable excuse
For a shattered being, to give up life
It is but a presumption, erroneously abstruse
For success greets those who dare to survive
No past, no fate, that He Cannot Mend
Or an ill-fated tale to have ever spawned
Never lose hope, however evident the end
For night is the darkest just before dawn
By M. Hussain Effendi
(In reply to the poem "Estranged Love" posted by M. Taha Effendi)
Categories:
taha, faith, hope, life, loss,
Form: Rhyme
"Victus"
By M. Taha Effendi
(Didactic)
Amidst the gloom of night's dark shroud,
lurks Death in far corners of the shade.
To vanquish my fears to God I bowed,
And death shall find me... unafraid.
Amidst this vale of tears and pain,
my heart in life's robbed solace bled.
God gave me strength to stand again,
I found peace in His words I read.
In pleasures and crime my life is spent,
with sins the wretched soul is weighed.
But God's love taught me to repent,
He pursued me everytime I strayed.
It matters not how dark the past,
how much the evil takes its toll.
Darkness thrives but never shall last,
The Savior redeems the conquered soul.
(Inspired by "Invictus" by William Ernest
Henley)
Categories:
taha, faith, forgiveness, hope, inspirational,
Form: Didactic
"Lone Survivor"
By M. Taha Effendi
(Sonnet)
He wandered through each ravaged street,
death lurked wherever strayed his feet,
His ears resounded with frantic, dying calls,
of those whose blood stained the city's walls,
With tears he gazed at the darkened sky,
cursed what bombed his city till it would die,
Before him lay the rubbled graves,
of his mother and siblings it now saves,
He stood there transfixed, confused,
His life's last few hours misused, abused,
He stood there numb as time moved on,
In the blink of an eye his haven was gone,
Is there ever a fate so worse,
than a corpse deprived the funeral hearse?
Categories:
taha, war
Form: Sonnet
"The Hen-pecked Husband"
By M. Taha Effendi
(Light Poetry)
The door bell rang yet again,
and yonder heard the distinct voice,
of my dear old wife, full of pain,
drowned all my dreams of rejoice.
then came the thundering slap,
that landed on my cheek now red,
and as I panicked out of my nap,
I realized I had wet my bed.
Categories:
taha, funny, husband, wedding, wife,
Form: Light Verse
Before you read the following poem, please read the first part of this poem that I have posted on this website separately.
"Deliverance"
by M. Taha Effendi
(Didactic)
Oh mortal! Do not be sad,
I know it hurts to wait.
Have patience, you will be glad,
to learn what's in your fate.
I know you love her dearly,
but to lose her is a test.
And now is just too early,
for you to know whats best.
Be patient, do not worry.
And do not act in haste.
Fruits eaten in hurry
carry a bitter taste.
Be not troubled by your past,
for you will smile tomorrow.
Though happiness will never last,
I am here to heal your sorrow.
To take a life is murder,
even if it is your own.
With death you two will be farther,
than when you are alone.
You both will live on; miles apart,
though your love will never end.
Time will heal your broken heart,
Your life, patience will mend.
I know this love you can't forget
but just live life by my rule
there is a life after death
that to ignore you'd be a fool
you will know if you are wise,
I do not comfort with lies.
For there is a place called paradise,
where you will finally claim your prize.
Categories:
taha, faith, inspirational, lost love,
Form: Didactic