The Nation of Poets

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Appreciation (*)

Appreciation is my dedication

I hope I dedicate to give peace to my nation

Create sense in a dream, it needs to be awakened

I was awake for some days, and..

Thinking about the tools that will move fools out in a dark end

We born with a heart, so don't pretend!

Love the things for your friends as same as the things for yourself

Appreciate the good and the worst times

Memories live forever

Like a candle that never goes off it brings true light of better

And its better to realise what you have is temporary, it doesn't last forever

They say we; "Young forever" living for materialistic wishes

They sing songs to stay young together

So blind, I feel ready guns are penetrating my longs can't hold the urine in my bladder

Its so natural to appreciate

So edible are true feelings

Glass shinning lights on the ceiling

What a metaphor

I'm so better for, the simple things in life

A brother who holds your rights

A sister that knows your dreams

And a dream that becomes reality

I believe in that dignity

I'm digging the picture but the image is pinching me

Why say never is never

Then why is it not meant to be?

Is fate not invisible like time

And is Karma not like the guardian of low waters such in a running stream

So when ones drowning in his sleep

He can be freed if his soul was in peace

In the end, Its only for God to judge

Is it hard to let go the steady hold of grudge

Bunch of flowers for the dead, will not get them back

But it will show respect

Bunch of flowers to forgive, will live to be different

Different to be wiser

Different to take a distant of the wicked

Slang used by kids, to say a good witch is wicked

Some play innocent but deep down inside grows sickness

You just a misfit!

You don't fit in!

You been abused by your bullies

But you came first in the bloody race

I see life as a driving aim

Everyone is on the steering wheel to for fill their aims

The rich smell of petrol made them faint

Monopoly Politics, we like puppets in a game

But to God, we are valued slaves at birth

Yes, we are all equal as humans but differ in ways, we choose our lanes

So may the richer shake hands with the poor, and explore similarity in symptoms

True kingdom of justice and understanding

We just standing in box to hear each confession

Not taking lessons of the lesser

Cuz, struggle in the feet makes good practise

Appreciate each blessing

Depression was not an escape

It was mainly being locked down lonely in a cave

Panicking surroundings around your body that screams, pain!

And I want to believe and appreciate

Rainy tears, they integrate on top of your face

Then it dries up, the weather changes like a mood

Seasons are perfected to unify and to open eyes

Evil eyes are in to divide the good that lies inside

I'm not on about lies that show pride

This heart speaks real of a cause

Of course I do it for Africa

Me don't want to fall off my course

Mother nature needs some patience to regroup her sons cuz they lost

What a shame

Some die to get fame

And some find burning love in someone

That's a soul mate to die for

All my love and trust is packed in one

I'm humbled by her tender care and her daring love

I don't need an applause

I just need a build nest near her soul

Cuz of her heart I adore the motivation she sends through my bedroom door

My dreams will let some minds think

Martin Luther King, let me spring in the spring water

And give some Zamzam water to

Malcolm X

I hope one X will not make a trio

And end with sex

So lost in society, I say this planet has more piety than its context

He keeps wanking on the net

While I'm stressed up to make a change

I give away what they take away, no Robin Hood

Young brothers want to dress up like a wolf and be hood

They think they are misunderstood

I think not everything is understood

But you know what's good, when are in your grave and it lights up for angels who congratulate!

That's when you know your praise to the One where not in vain

Don't let some whispers make you go insane!

Try to pray like this is your last day

5 am, you still awake, tears led you to wait for the morning prayer

So excited to communicate with your Lord

Trust, true winners are believers

So appreciate yourself

Don't loose it or abuse it

Believe in all the bad sides that forms the weak

Before appreciating the good which defines you as unique

Ahmed D

MOTHER THE TRUE STORY

do you see the chaos ?!

pitch darkness !

the eye of the storm she is!!

scratching

digging

fighting

in that cave

i can see the bleeding cuts on her hands

the sweat on her body

the heavy breaths laden by time

but she keeps

digging

fighting

chanting

not listening to the mourning of the owls,

the blood river from the altar

or the greedy bats

look! how the pain,fear and grief are standing there desperate ?!

trying to understand

how she is not seeing the unbearable ?!

how her eyes are hooked up with

the bright light of the beautiful day ,

the sweaty hands rebuilding the city?!

the joy behind the mask of sadness

incomprehensible!

how she found the way

let the others pass she say !

how slefless

damn it is slefless

but this is how her soul darned together

since the dawn of creation

the well of mercy and passion

she is

a hope anthem

a way to freedom

a love sanctum

she is my Mother !

your Mother

she is a Mother !

a gift from God

truly she is!!!

when our Prophet peace be upon him tried to explain and make it understandable

how Allah showers his mercy on His creations , he choosed the mother's mercy and love to her child as example ..coz nothing is comprable to that in the human world so May Allah bless my mother and grant her jannat al ferdous and all the mothers amiin .

to all the mother suffering out there , in refugee camps , under the unhuman conditions, in the ruthless cities , struck by poverty we pray for them..yes we pray for them.

LAST WORD IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR BUSY LIFE , TRY TO CHERISH EVERY MOMENT WITH YOUR MOTHER , COZ ONE DAY ONE OF U WILL NOT BE AROUND PERMANENTLY .

Ismail A. Ali

Nuura

There is so much of her in me

This woman.

Stood proud.

Head dress forming an earthly hallo

About her voluptuous frame.

Her name is Nuura.

And she is light.

Forever radiant.

I have bathed in her

sparkle Basked in the twinkle of her love

And learnt the pains of a woman’s womb-

Broken whispers of almost babies

That made her lament And retreat into herself

Like a broken angel

Or an angelic human

Whispering in virtuous calm-

Bismillahi rahmani raheem.

They said that bleeding

Would make me a woman

And loving a man

Would make me bleed

A different kind of love.

She taught me that blood

Could also break a woman

And that tears

Made even angles human.

That humans-

Sometimes came in the form of demons-

And demons- sometimes looked like friends.

That forgiveness

Make’s the broken -whole

And the secret to happiness

Lay in gentle remembrances of Laa illaha illallaah.

The velvety chuckles Of man and wife.

And in the soft caresses between mother child.

Between her

and I.

There is no woman

Like her.

Her name is Nuura.

And she is light.

Forever radiant.

Farah Gabdon

Tribute to Arfa Karim Randhawa - Elegy

It is a mournful day for the black and white,

As the inevitable death snatched miss Arfa Karim like a kite,

Without forewarning us arrange for her mourning rite.

She was not snatched but taken away by the Almighty God,

The powerful Creator and the Benevolent lord,

I ask Him to forgive me for employing "snatch" that is odd.

We burry her body for today,

But carry her legacy every day,

And keep her name without nay.

Let us all mourn and cry,

At once weep and sigh,

To the gifted soul say goodbye.

Let us attend her funeral without my,

Attire not formal clothing and tie,

But for prayer take our hands high.

Avoiding faults, abstain from saying fie,

Dropping sorrowful tears from eye to eye!

As we are all like the feeling of one guy!

Shush! I am sending condolence,

To her parents and siblings in confidence,

I am sharing the pain with them in patience.

May Allah rehouse her in paradise!

As He made her active and wife,

And awarded her ingeniousness as prize.

Not only Pakistan lost Arfa Karim Randhawa,

But she is mourned for in the heart of Somalia,

All over around the world, here and there.

Her manner outgoing and genial,

Her conduct well-behaved and desirable,

And in thinking, genius and intellectual.

Her smiling attractive and admirable,

Her colour arresting and invariable,

In technology, inventive and reliable.

Her shape slim and beautiful,

Her height medium and wonderful,

Her vision innovative and powerful.

At school, she was so bright and brilliant,

At home, she was acceptable and obedient,

And to her nation, she was lovable and compliant.

To the world, she was creative and significant,

To her peers, she was a role model and a knight,

And to the Muslims, she was productive and important.

Mohamed Abdikaadir Daud (Stanza)

Mohamed Abdikadir (Stanza) who is a Somali Poet and author based in Khartoum where he is pursuing Postgraduate studies in Peace and Development Studies mourns for the sudden death of the award-winning Pakistani genius and the World's Youngest Microsoft Certified Professional, Arfa Karim Randhawa, who passed away on 14th January, 2012.

Soulful Wishes

I got my eyes closed

My mind holds

Precious invitations from the heart to the soul

Stereo rhymes spoke real of soulful wishes

Blessings from above like nutritions

Meditation a peace of mind

Like you been missing

From the letters that I wrote

And the notes that I typed up on a BB

Upload it straight on FB

It must be the feeling that plays around me, lonely

Lonely to keep a distant of the phoney's

Real with myself, on myself, me & myself

Not three, cuz TV never showed me

How to be free

The media and the news

And me still swinging to my blues on my balcony

If I jump out, then I'm out in the in air

Let me feel how the falcon breathes

And what it sees, scooped in to win

I bet the sniper bleeds

Drops of rain

My heart awaits that day of joy and pain

And that final day when it stops in silence

I'm still flying with birds and I'm not even sharing breadcrumbs

The journey to the grounds of death

But my beds wants to spread out a blanket of resistance

Its missing my presence

A lonely tear of soulful wishes

My soul is full of vivid pictures

See I print it out

No appetite for copycats

Straight dismissing

And I'm fishing stars while a dark kitten whispered

Bitten by that scratchy tone

Now I'm energised

How can I lean on the squeaky house mice

Memorised memories of memoirs

Kept in my pockets

Deep thoughts like rockets

Sought to shed a light in the sky

My friends were a lie

More like a Villain inside

The trust is lost

I'm not a hero

If I must be some one outside the box

Then Robert de nero

Fake as we running for a image

For what is high must once come down to zero

His arms lift up wide in the sky

Look a like he's crucified in Rio de Janeiro

Me I split the eye of the Pharaoh

So far in the Nile I feel like I'm swimming near my own home

Singing like I'm on a bears throne

My words are on top of my head no halo, no one is feeling me

Dark scenery, when I close my eyes

I live in my heartbeat

I rest my soul

We will dream in nights

I got my eyes closed

My mind holds

Precious invitations from the heart to the soul

Stereo rhymes spoke real of soulful wishes

Blessings from above like nutritions

Meditation a peace of mind

Like you been missing

Ahmed D

Leaf Lecture

from the window i saw them

leaves wearing the yellow dress

burying their smile in the shades

i kept wondering ,

why they left the green

why they didnt resist the fall

the wind convied my words

as it usually does !!

and i get that look from them !

look that washed by years of wisdom

saying :

Oh fool. that is life !!

life with all it's colors and tastes

with every smile there is a tear

with every dawn there is a night

with every death there is a birth

and by contrast the beauty is recognized

our lives are seasons

so be thankful for the good moments

and be patient when it gets tough

so fool it is our time to leave

if you still didn't recognize !!!

Ismail A. Ali

Let Me

Let me lay you down

and caress your body’s curves

with my hands

like easterly winds in spring do

over Kilimanjaro

Let my lips run their course

on the soft skin of your upper body

kissing all angles

leaving no crevasses or beauty marks neglected

Let me hold you tight

with unconditional care

and our bodies warmth nurturing each others spirit

like a mother holding its first born child

in a land filled with infertility

Let my eyes survey your figure

investigating its perspicuous form

for any distinct features I haven’t already discovered

like a hawk over the African plains searching for prey

Let me rub you with organic oils

sending your heat and cold receptors

wilder than animals in the Amazon

bringing out the shine and rich color of your skin

to represent you as it should

Let my senses feed on your perfection

let them indulge in the essence of satisfaction.

let me be alone in the pleasure of appreciating you as art

let me Love everything there is to love about you

alone and uncontested

Ahmed Knowmadic

Oppressed

They say I am oppressed

Because of the way I dress

Because my shirts cover my breast and you can’t tell the size of my hips or chest?

See you live in a world where less skin is best, and designer labels means your blessed

But what about everything else, what about the rest, what about your respect

Oppressed from what? My dad, brother, uncle, husband, cousin

You think he is forcing me, but no he doesn’t

And you say you will help me get freedom, but your freedom is my oppression,

I’m sorry for the misconception

But your perception of my reality

Is not really my actuality

Because in my eyes I am FREE

I’m free from the Holloywods and TMZ

So-called Labels of Beauty

For beauty is in the eye of the beholder

And this beholder is no less bolder

Than any women in a low-top shirt, that has every pervert looking up her skirt

So tell me which freedom do you prefer?

Nasra Osman

Heart Ache

Tonight

I want to feel my heart ache.

To feel it quake

Then break onto itself

And spill its contents

So I can see.

I have lost count

Of the number of sins it conceals

And beats into my blood.

A steady lump

Rising to the back of my throat,

And I am choking on fear.

On the smell of burnt flesh

Against a blazing fire

Whose fuel is

Men and stone.

I am choking on regret

And despair of a heart

that does not feel

until the pain

of melting skin

and scalding water

is all too real.

I am gagging on

Torments that never end

iron chains

and food

melting wombs

from the inside out.

I am choking

On every moment of neglect

And every second glance

That wasn’t mine to have.

I have never felt so far

From the beauty

Of a life

Held firm by Islam.

Tonight

I have felt my heart ache

and quake

Then break onto itself

And I have seen its contents.

Tonight

My heart is full of regret.

And hope.

I am kneeling for forgiveness.

And searching for the sweetness of a faith

That drips from eyes

Wet in awe at the wonders of creation,

And the softness of a heart

That trembles at the

Gentle melodies

In the words of God.

Farah Gabdon