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Shadaab Mumtaz Poem
While transient love is all I yearn for now,
A state of panic engulfs as I imagine.
When my life takes a decisive turn
Hair white, wrinkled face and lack of sin.
Will I see shadows of myself?
Will my contagious grime enthuse my sons?
Have I discovered my faults too late?
Can my heart endure those countless revolutions?
Inhabiting my substance, torturing my world.
A life full of faults and guilt knotted.
I travel aimlessly for an ounce of peace.
Disturbed and heart so cruelly destructed.
My parents whom I did not revere,
Their love, I never answered.
Their forgiveness, I never asked for.
Those words of love, I always stammered.
Oh! Those heart beats, when I came hurt.
My letters, they never threw away.
Their magnificence, and my bag of sins.
A false remorse every single minute of the day.
Have I drowned in my own forever.
Or is this realisation a guide for the lost?
It’s never too late to ask for clemency.
Certainly not late to fulfil the unrequited love.
Forgive me for all I have done.
Let no one in this world have unrequited love.
Copyright © Shadaab Mumtaz | Year Posted 2011
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A flight to the past and a thought forever.
Inside the heart, there is a rot forever.
A sly arrow hit the gazelle betrayed.
Stuck to a tree, it is caught forever.
Walking to the sea and hit by the tides
A slow demise, I have fought forever.
Did you do, what I asked you to do?
My benevolent, I can wait - but not forever
You have always been chosen, Mumtaz
Your gullible nature is sought forever.
Copyright © Shadaab Mumtaz | Year Posted 2018
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My rampant feet crush the sand.
Feeling the suppleness of the land.
Throwing light on the ocean of desert
Looking for help; hoping to revert.
My voice returns finding no one in the distance
A bird, an insect and not even a shred of existence
Just then the moon shows it glow
Flitting between the clouds; calm and slow.
A firefly comes soaring and watches my shadow, sob and cry.
The darkness of my being makes no sense to the lighted creature with no credence.
It makes fun of me and tramples my confidence
Overcome by self-pity I aim for penance.
Just as I feel the angel of death reaching my heart
I see a swarm of fireflies glittering in the north.
Gathering all I could of the feeble remains,
I rumbled along to the place of heavens.
When I reached that place as an impatient brute.
All I could smell was a stench so crude.
Three men lie on their backs,
Flesh and blood ready as snacks.
Why should there be hope for a man like me?
Why should the desert feel sad and pity?
Yet I throw the light on the ocean of desert
Looking for help; hoping to revert.
Copyright © Shadaab Mumtaz | Year Posted 2014
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The moons have disappeared in
the fluffy clouds
For I have seen them leave.
I surely think that you would
come
My heart seems to believe.
I imagine that I can fly to you
And bring you back on my
dainty wings.
I hear that you live in a land
ashore,
Which is full of queens and
kings.
But, what do you really do
Dad?
Is it something that I don’t
know.
I have grown up big - mummy
said:)
tell me your secret in a voice
very low.
When I close my eyes I see of
you,
For a while till you say
goodbye.
And I open my eyes as fast as I
can
Somehow, to make truth out of
a lie.
It is a day of joy when I wait
for you,
Imagining the gifts you would
bring.
But it is the way you call me
sweetly,
That makes my heart really
sing.
Please can you come…
Everyday and Everywhere…
It doesn’t make sense without
you here.
Copyright © Shadaab Mumtaz | Year Posted 2012
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In times of affliction
I raise a voice.
A pain in my heart
Difficult to disguise.
A tale of wrong
You cannot deny.
A wound so deep,
It makes me cry.
Delicate and subtle,
But sublime by nature.
Chosen for you,
From the Greatest Protector.
Like a pearl in a shell,
You can trust your beauty
I never let the devils
Obstruct my duty.
But you chose me not.
You ditched my care.
Like a flower shedding its petals,
You stand truly bare
You look at me
With an absolute hate.
You are fond of this world
and stuck to its bait.
Little you know.
Little you think.
You are made for a purpose,
Not an object of bling.
You fear the people.
You fear the crowd.
Who stand and stare,
Like shaytaan avowed.
The day you will be called.
The day you will be said.
Oh people of this ummah,
Arise and Awake!
You were given a life.
You were given a soul.
You were made perfect
And you had a goal
But you pleased the world.
And you did not stop.
You had the jannah,
But they made you swap
You have no helpers.
You have no life.
Except Allah,
The Mighty and The Wise
So you fail to understand
The inherent wisdom
Closing your eyes
Does not give you freedom
The angels witnessed,
When the scholar said:
You have no purpose here,
I will have you shred
But I laughed at his folly.
When my sister was firm:
To Allah we belong,
And to Allah we return.
The strangers who hug me,
Have held their head high.
To protect their faith,
They always stand by
They swim against the tide
To try their best
They make the word of Allah
Superior to the rest
So unite my sisters,
In every inch and corner.
Allah has given you
The greatest honour.
Your face is not an object.
Your shyness is not a waste.
Glamour is not an asset
To show-off in a haste.
A piece of cloth,
A piece of respect
A true sense of freedom,
You can surely expect.
Copyright © Shadaab Mumtaz | Year Posted 2010
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I was sober when I was feeble.
I had flaws and knew it too.
A taste of higher ranks was enchanting to me.
The glamour, the pride was just so cool
In reality, I looked grounded
When a whiff of success touched me low.
I tried to be the same old guy,
Who never had seen affluence before!
It started as a senseless influence.
Behold! It had corrupted my soul.
Before I knew the way to crawl
I ran towards fire as if it was cold.
I rest on the thorny bed of rocks,
And I sleep not till the pill goes in.
If I had something which could make me rest,
I would give this chaotic world to him!
Exhumed in pride and unhampered by travesty,
I travel alongside the faceless men.
The debt of success is not repayable.
A slow decay into indistinguishable remnants.
The vertigo of my rise is uncharacteristic.
It feels as If I am buried into layers of grime.
A lesson to remember you all must wonder,
I will unabashedly smirk when it is your time!
Copyright © Shadaab Mumtaz | Year Posted 2012
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It's a world of trials and happiness, altogether
A cruel moment of sin & forgiveness, altogether
A story set in a lightless world and sombre patches
A beautiful man has been sold for less, altogether
Never was the night seen in the day till now.
A gloom seems to shine with finesse, altogether.
I hoped against hope that this day would be mine
I survived for a moment of brazenness, altogether
You were my friend and guide, 'Mumtaz'
How did it all become such a mess, altogether?
Copyright © Shadaab Mumtaz | Year Posted 2017
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Give it some time,
It is too early.
The wicked world
Will show its glory.
With its sweet demeanour,
It welcomes you all.
She shows its dark,
When you respond to its call.
It decimates the fallen
With it’s sweet chirp.
Its devours its beings
With out a burp.
The world is a trial,
Devoid of faith.
Its cunning ways
Suit the deniers of straight.
In the conniving world,
We are hopelessly lost.
The sweetness of eemaan
Has gone for a toss.
As shirk looms high,
Our fear prevails.
Our trivial heart,
Is behind many veils.
Once in a blue moon
In a chance encounter
We fall in prostration
And begin to ponder
The destitute of the world
Seem to give us bother
We decide for now that
The world needs a soother
But in truth,
We are bound.
Culture over faith,
And insane over sound.
With an almighty ego,
And a conspicuous mask
To crush our ‘self’
Is an onerous task
Yet so many times,
the warners cried.
The enemies are coming
With a crushing might
No proclamation
Could be more correct.
Yet not a word
Can we interpret.
We simply ridicule them
As the tales of the old
For the fire of the hell?
O how very bold!
Happy to submit
to anarchy and lawlessness
We are Joyous with the trend,
snobbish about our carelessness
Time will stop,
Culminating on the day.
When Allah will assemble,
The progeny of the clay.
Can we carry on like this?
Belittling ourselves every day.
We were created to worship
But deliberately went astray.
Life of this world,
Was shorter than a drop.
In my grave,
The time does not stop.
I surely cannot regret,
I definitely cannot repent.
My time is over,
My soul is spent.
Trust not the world
Submit to your lord
Except Allah,
There is no other God.
For the corrupt and evil,
Who are always running.
Who take no heed
To any counsel or warning.
Give it some time,
It is too early.
The wicked world,
Will show its glory.
Copyright © Shadaab Mumtaz | Year Posted 2010
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Scorching heat hassled my feet,
as I ambled alongside the beast.
A wooden cup, a water bag and
parched barley meal for a feast.
My shadow exhaled hot fumes
on the dry desert sand.
Days of prolonged journey,
In search of a famous land.
Mounted on the highest
was a man wearing a lowly thawb
With evident fourteen patches,
devoid of a pristine robe.
He ruled the continents
With power and dignity.
He owned a little
Enough to satisfy the brevity.
We took turns to sit on the camel,
to relieve ourselves of the toil.
One could rest and another hold reins,
to guide the beast towards the soil.
He beckoned me to stop
And climb on top.
Holding the reins
of the camel’s clop.
Approaching the purpose
I implored the master.
I did not deem right
for him to ignore his lustre.
“The dignitaries are awaiting the ruler
to command them and direct.
A meagre slave on the summit
Will not give you respect.”
He roared and his eyes crimson
He told me a reality
So easily forgotten
“We were humiliated in entirety
And Islam gave us honour
Shall we then choose this world
And push Allah in the corner.”
When his feet get muddled,
in a blameless puddle.
It stumped me more
and enhanced my lore.
It proved my descent
and that of my ruler
We are made with clay
and will return to it sooner.
A sight to behold awaited some,
as we marched into the city.
Never in history, had they seen
A king holding the rope with simplicity.
A slave riding the camel
Made most men bewildered
Tears flowed down relentlessly,
As the equality in Islam was remembered.
The man with fourteen patches,
raised the banner of Islam
Centuries later we still remember,
his humility and vigorous eemaan.
When the difference between
The ruler and the slave.
Was rendered null by the
faithful and brave.
(Thawb – Long shirt
Eemaan – Belief
Allah - God
Islam – Submission to the will of Allah)
Copyright © Shadaab Mumtaz | Year Posted 2011
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Feathers of life twirling by the stars of drizzling light.
Breathing into a glowing dance, lighting up the night.
A window moved to let in the glory of the moon.
The breeze so cool tiptoes in lifting away the hem of my loom.
A smile, so strong emanates from my appearance.
The brightness of the sky has lit my countenance.
Copyright © Shadaab Mumtaz | Year Posted 2016
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