Those moments, those friends

Those moments, those friends

The long baykaar days, musti days

Bunking the classes, chatting plans

Mimicking sirs, hanging in canteens

Sweating outdoor games, chess on table

Those moments those friends

Complains, report cards, extra classes

Come good times, some hard times

New shirt old pants, sports shoes, blue ties

PT chores, maths drills, chem. Labs, bio dissects

Reading books, mugging formulas, making chits

Those moments, those friends

School trips, class parties, colas, samoosa and Bagfuls

Teasing girls, writing letters, copying poems, graffities

Running races, high jumps, javelin & relays

Cups trophies, certificate, victories, defeats and team works

Those moments, those friends

Those class photos, albums, bulging specks, thing and fats

Those warning by teachers, those cunning punishments.

Out standing students and kneeling bright bulbs

Bulling ways, those canteens fights, ragged faces

Commenting on Ms teachers, cracking mr teachers

Those tales those notes behinds, those hands those fingers

What the heck

Those moments, those friends

The IT class, windows and office, excel to words

And games to play

Pass on floppies, exchange viruses, Mario on TV

Terminator on cassette

C++, Novel Netware, lotus 123, get out and go free

Crash of Y2K, long lost we share

Tea breaks, Prayer break, Ramadan breaks

Strangers to friends, best to buddies

We depart and meet, long distance

Those moments those friends



Dial to heart full of friends

Get in touch, keep In touch

Email, chats, messengers and Google,

Searching each other batch of 1997 we meet

Face to each another and face book conferences

Posting those pictures we meet and recall

Those moments, those friends

Belief

Belief


Belief is the thing that will guide you;
Through tortuous ways and lonesome days;
That, perhaps there will be a life new;
Beyond what we see, and will know what pays.

A slimmer of hope that lingers on and on;
Through belief, many have against hopelessness won;
Success will kiss your feet; you'll be an icon;
To those who are between confusion torn.

Belief, is a thing that will lead you;
Through impediments great and sad days;
That; maybe it will be a light new;
To guide you through those devilish ways.

A ray of ecstasy once you survive;
In a pool of surety you have dived;
That happiness will be surrey survived;
And you will feel more then alive.

Believe, is a quality;
Not touch nor seen;
A thought causing heart to melt;
If you don't believe then confused you have been.

A thing that cause one to live;
No matter what you have forgone;
Believe is a medicine spiritual all has sworn;
Through which all looks bright and unsurely is gone.

I smell the fragrance of Hind coming…

‘I smell the fragrance of Hind coming’


The days are near,
The last day
The judgment day,
We, our deeds, bring
On up the time,
Leaving us orphan
The goodness depart
Raised beyond worlds
In the Majestic Arsh of Lord
But here on the wet earth
We stand in sorrow,
Behind the dam of tears
Who to look for Guide
The humble hand that
Shelter us, shade us
From treachery of worlds
The Beloved of Mustafa
Left to meet the Beloved Himself
Left the community in peace
With a kindle of hope in his Ahl
Do not despair, land of Malabar
The House of Mustafa is ever green
No harm nor ill words shall touch the delheej
For there stands Jibreel and Mikaeel AS
There stands the army of Angles to guard
For today they are in Janaza of Beloved
Groom him to take to beloved Mustafa,
For again Mustafa’s words rang the heavens
‘ I smell the fragrance of Hind coming….!!


Dedicated to Sayed Shihab Tangal of Kerala,
On His death on 01.08.09

Musafirs
02.08.09

Glos.

- Mustafa = one of the names of Prophet Muhamed SAW
- Ahl = family / household ( here it refers to Family of Prophet Muahmmed SAW)
- Arsh = Heavenly Lawn
- The House of Mustafa = Same s as above
- Malabar = Coastal strip of Kerala
- Janaza = Procession prepared for dead
- delheej = Door step.

My Mother’s lullaby

My mother’s lullaby

I recall but faintly, those nights
Little I was, cuddling my mother
For she with her tender love
Nourished and nurtured me
With Mother love,
The Blessing of Al mighty
With Merciful love
I recall in her nightingale voice
She read me ayats and Duas
She though my innocent heart
if not my tender mind
I recall those night
When angles descended
To witness this Blessed love
They too swing
like the swerving dervishes
with my mothers duas and munajats
The Ayat Al Kursi, the Three Khuls
Darood to my Beloved Mustafa
The divine Asma ul Huna
Call upon His mercy @ depth on night.
Clinging to my mothers Nightingale voice
Repeating in the broken lines
Or try to, little I was
Drift into heavens of my mother
Accompanies by angles in sleep
For they too find peace within
The peace of Holy Words.

The Rose & nightingale revisited

The roses in hand
Has the fragrances of blood,
The land, which I left to earn,
Was not like the one I left,
How could be same,
Even I have changed,
The nightingales have migrated to
Not to gardens but to cities too
Looking for livelihood not Cuckoo
For love to has price to pay,
The inflation and rescission
Have hit all. Like a bring wall
Believes of man have changed
From communist to capitalist
Socialist some, some atheist
Some peacemaker, some terrorist
World spins on axis, of power or evil
What can I do, whom I can complain,
What does my existence mean to you
Reader of these lines,
Do i move your thoughts to mine
Or does your concern move my pen
What binds us, stranger to humanity
What relations does nightingale
And rose share
Is it the pain of nightingale or
Is it the redness of rose?
That market sells

MEHFIL MAI

wo bhi to tha ek shakhs zamana shanas mehfil mai
sari dunya mai ronaq laganywala rehgayatanha mehfil mai

chaltay chaltay jo lag gaya kanta dil k naha khanay mai
takleef hui bohat ,wo sar-e-aam ro para mehfil mai

kuch kehna chahta tha wo,kuch poochna chahta tha
kia karta k dewaron k bhi kaan lagay thay mehfil mai

ankhoon k paymanay jhalak rahay thay yun
bin piay bhi wo madhoosh tha mehfil mai

larta raha sari zindagi jang-e-wafa wo
har manli usnay magar bhari mehfil mai

kiun itna asar hai munafiq ki baaton mai "sadaf"
us ki ghalat ba'yani bhi manlaytay hain sab mehfil mai

Read

Read.


Aroused the sleeping mankind with the utterance of ‘Read’
And gave the creative hands a pen, to write
The two torches to lead away from dark ages
Two keys to the city of knowledge
Take o! mankind these gifts of God
Wake up to new dawn, that Mustafa woke
Seek the wisdom of peace and kindness
Seek to remove ignorance of evil thoughts
Read what He has thought Adam
And give Angels a reason again
To bow in reverence to Blessing of Great
Show the devil his path to defeat
Read again, read, write again,
Read in the name of you Lord
Read
11.04.09 Musafirs

HAI YEH MAIRI DUA

HAI YEH MAIRI DUA

khush raho sada, hai yeh mairi dua
raho khushbu ki tarha hai yeh mairi dua

kantay teri rahoon k chun loon mai
qadam rakho phul per hai yh mairi dua

kabhi amawas ki raat na ayay zindagi mai
rahoo tum chandni ki tarha hai yeh mairi dua


na rahay koi talab mairay dostoon ko
ho puri un ki har dua,hai yeh mairi dua

MASALA CHAI : desi art & design: Deepa Panchamia

MASALA CHAI : desi art & design: Deepa Panchamia

Merciful To The Worlds

Merciful To The Worlds

Mercy as Good Tidings
Mercy as Wisdom
Mercy as Warner
Mercy as Sustenance (for Worlds)
Mercy as Preservation (for Worlds)
Mercy as Love (for Worlds)
Mercy as Kindness (for Worlds)
Mercy as Goodness (for Worlds)
Mercy as Truth (for Worlds)
Mercy as Most Praised (for Worlds)
Mercy as Muhammed S.A.W

Dances of the Wind

Dances of the Wind


A sprinkling of symphony lingers my ears
As though seducing me to move on its rhythm.

It had a distinct taste; which intoxicated my mind
It had a distinct scent; which intoxicated my spirit.

A aroma of ecstasy spread in my body
For I was amidst the mysterious nature.

I had joined it in the ‘Dances of the Wind’

My lips had only one chant to repeat
My body had only one position to hold.

For I had joined the exotic nature in reverences.

The Time has beheld its count and Wind the flow.
The Sun has beheld its light and Moon the Glitter
The Life has beheld its genesis and Death the havoc.

All the elements seems to pause for the moment.
All the work seems to pause for repose.
For it was the Time,
All join together to summon the Almighty.

Which favors of God would you Deny - atheist

Denying that nothing exist,
But some thing and you exist,
Denying that nothing exist
But he, her & your thought exist
Denying that nothing exist
But sun, moon and you exist
Denying that nothing exist
But earth, water, air and you exist
Denying that nothing exist
But memories, emotions and you exist
Denying that nothing exist
But that cat, dog, cow and you exist
Denying that nothing exist
But pen, paper and you exist
Denying that nothing exist
But Temple, Church, Masjid and you exist
Denying that nothing exist
But i, God and you exist
Which favors of God would you Deny*.

Holy Quran – Surah Rahman

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Not mocking but giving reason. to think!!!

Oh. Woman

Oh! Woman


Many colors flow in you;
Many shades blend in you
Oh! Woman.

Many face has God carved you in;
But the most beautiful face is the Mother
You are in seen.

Words may run out of breath in describing you;
At times you bloom like a flower, burst like lava
And fall like a dew.

You deserve the most respect in God’s creations;
Your beauty lies in your modesty, your love and
Your emotions.

Praise be to God, Whose creation is you,
Many colors flow in you;
Many shades blend in you
Oh! Woman.

From you has come Kings, beggars to Prophets and Messengers;
And you has remain still, passed the test of the time, but we (men)
Has just been passengers.

You have raised the seeds of Great Civilizations in your pious Womb;
There have always been in your memory, raised monuments, wonders
And built tomb.

Materials, machines, cities must have been built by Man,
But still there is no world without you;
And still what we (men) do, the credit goes back to you Oh! Woman.

Many colors flow in you;
Many shades blend in you
Oh! Woman.

When I Closed My Eyes

When I Closed My Eyes


And when I close my eyes
Nothing exist

All the world around I forget
All the relations, All the pain
All the sorrows, All the joys
I forget

And when I close my eye
Nothing exist

All the thoughts I forget
All the love, All the beauty
All the smile , All the emotions
I forget

And when I close my eyes
Nothing exist

All the mankind I forget
All the believes, All the Traditions
All culture, All the rites
I forget

And when I close my eyes
Nothing exist

Epoch II

Epoch II

Noise is taken over by Silence
Conscious is taken over by sleep
Dry dusty land is taken over by Baheej
DotCOM is taken over by DotHEART

"Kitaab-e-ishq"

jab bhi daikhoo gay rahoon mai duur tak kisi ko
mai dhool ki tarha teri nazroon mai utar jaoonga

mai nahi karoonga tang na tarpaoonga tumhain
mai zard pattay ki tarha dali say gir jaoonga
--
na karo gham , mai nahi rokoon ga kabhi tum ko
teray rastay say mai nigahain jhuka kar guzar jaoonga

daikh kar tumhain zindagi k bahoon mai
apnay marnay ki khwaish kiyay jaoonga

saath daynay ko ayaingay hazaroon loog
kisi aor ko humsafar na bana jaoonga

baat kuch bhi nahi,tum q udas hoti ho mairay liay
mai to ashq bhi jaam samajh kar pee jaoonga

sitam zareef zamana bhi afsana banadayta hai
mai jatay huay kitaab-e-ishq jala jaoonga

December pen

December pen

As I search the instruments of
Thoughts to create words
Knowing nothing before it
Nothing after it
The silence of night
A look fall on the wall
Awaiting seconds by second
As my thoughts become
By Lords will
Living in the fear
Of red ink
That ran in my veins
That night
Close to my soul, my mate
Awaiting my company
In the patience of my shadow
I, in while sit to write
My monsoon thoughts
In bless land of Hind
In the Prevailing peace
Of the Beloved Rasool
Darood and sallams
May all pain ease
May it cure my body and soul
From the Healer of Medina
I worry of my little soul
For 1000 out there too
Sprinkle your Mercy too
My Lord
For I keep my pen
Tonight
To spare little moment
For my beloved

The aRt is for sale

The Art is for sale
As the banner reads
Under the shadows of sponsor
The colors of mind lay to dry
Colors of the personality mingle
Orange, green, red and blue
Bursting on canvas of money
How much of it is genuine aRts
As it only exists in $ and £
Artist today survive on desires
Hope someday a rich man
Will buy them all
Patronize him and his aRt
I am not against the rich
Nor favoring any one
Its just today’s outlook
To survive to pain
You must sale the pervious
But some application to those
Who care to preserve the aRts
For money or for love
The aRt is for sale


Dated: 18-10-07

Echos of musafirs

Thirst brings water
Understanding brings unity
Peace brings harmony

Reading brings knowledge
Humbleness brings wisdom
Pride brings hate
Astray brings devil
Love brings faith
Believe brings trust
Devotion brings god