"Indeed We created man, and We know what his own self whispers to him."

-Al-Qur'an 50:16-

Monday, June 25, 2012

The Best Way

There are two ways it can go...
and I hope for the best way.
The way that brings honour and nobility...
to a simple slave.
And chases sadness and fear...
from the encompassing grave .

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

I would like to have a picnic under this tree.

Japanese Maple

Monday, June 18, 2012

Knowledge

“The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.”

-Theodore H. White

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Flake


I’ve fallen short of converting the sceptic,
Because his questions mask an inner world that’s hectic.
Truth in my confession, he looks on with contention.
My assertions are examined under suspicion.
He pledges his devotion if I provide certainty, 
As if from his place, he could find security.
That’s why I find him knocking on my door,
His eyes pleading for me to show him more.
But I can no longer beckon, beg, and implore
While his ship incessantly docks then depart from this shore.
He appears progressive when he finds no other bays to explore.
Only to go into regression when routine is a bore.
I’ve expended my time and efforts in an act of futility.  
Sacrificed sincerely only to be treated with hostility 

Raha in Allah's Rahma

Monday, June 11, 2012

Curse Words

It starts right here at the base of my sternum.
When it reaches my heart it burns and it busts.
Shooting out like a flare because it must.
Searing words singeing as they thrust
My mouth branded by the touch.
I've gone and said too much.
I try to cover out of shame and disgust.
Though I am pleased to satisfy the initial blood lust.



Thursday, June 07, 2012

A Gem