A Darker shade of grey

How can the world not see, oh oh oh.. this bundle of exotic beauty?
You walk by making heads turn, men sway,
It’s almost like the universe just tilts your way,
Yet you pull on the long sleeves,
Scars beneath on your soft skin run deep,
“Don’t be conscious baby, you’re doing more than ‘kay,
It’s coz you are perfectly broken in your very own way
Yeah you paint my black n white world a darker shade of grey ey ey ey,
I’ll be by your door holding out a bouquet,
I’ll hand you my heart and sing to you on your birthday,
Because for me oh oh oh you’re a bundle of exotic beauty..

LATE DELIVERIES (Volunteering at an orphanage in Iraq):

My face broke into a stretching smile, watching the kids bubble with energy,
Presenting me their skills versatile, drawings and portraits that trapped a memory,
Yet at a corner a stranded soul had me beguile, her sadness stirring my sympathy,
Her deep blue eyes drowning me like the Nile, soughing the cause of her state tenderly,
With an empty smile she slid me her elegy, reading it I found the reason to her reverie,
“You write letters to your dad” I asked silently, nodding she replied ever so solemnly,
“Maybe, just maybe.. heaven’s mail got late in it’s delivery”

(Based on a true story of an orphan from Najaf, Iraq whose father was killed by the ISIS militants)

Life lines intertwined

She’s barricaded her heart, it’s wall solid steel,
I had claimed to get that past, and her love to successfully steal,
Analyzing her like abstract art, I proceeded for the kill,
Her façade gradually fell apart, the vulnerability out to reveal,
She was just a conquest at the start, one I’d abandon never to heal.

But as I retreated my footsteps faltered, an unseen force stringing, pulling me,
Gazing at her humming self I felt my world alter, her soft whispers lulling me,
She met my gaze silently – never was much of a talker, her empty orbs shuttling in me,
Dismissing the thought of being a vaulter, the broken sight of her killing me,
I stayed. To spare her heart or mine, I still wonder?
Or did our life lines at some point intertwine?

Infinite love (Alchemy of love religious poetry competition)

He came to us like morning snow on a maple tree,
Glittering the darkened Arabia like sun does before sea,
He cared for the neglected filling their hearts with glee,
From the clutches and chains of evil, he set us all free,
Muhammed is the definition of infinite love, wouldn’t you agree?

But years after his passing, what is it that we see?
Muslim killing another Muslim – a real tragedy,
Without a wince to spare readily tearing apart another’s family!
This tainted world requires a Muhammed to vanquish the atrocity,
The only difference is that time it was Mustafa, now it will be the Mahdi.

Therefore, I stand steadily on this storm tormented shore,
The sapphire stars above me have lost all their glow,
The heartbeat of time is ticking too slow,
With every passing Friday, the impatience grows,
leaving me with but one desire and that is to know,
When will you reappear, Oh Imam when will you show?

Lost travelers (religious poetry)

Life without you is the journey,
that feels like walking on a blanket of thorns,
There is an emptiness within each of us,
No hope, no happiness.
It’s plain void, without your light, your presence,
your radiant smile.

I sometimes wonder why I don’t fit in?
or how with no remorse people are killin’?
I finally found out the reason,
as I watch time ticking through the seasons,
We’ve lost our guide, we are swaying aimlessly with the tides,
We are that sailor who cannot navigate the seas without the North star,
We are lost travelers.

Without you life is like walking on a sword,
the blade digging deep in our skin,
Unfathomable pain oozing within,
They say when you return, all misery will stop,
friendship would blossom between the lion and antelope,
But with every passing Friday,
as my age withers away,
I’m stranded with nothing but a broken hope,
tears flow as I sigh in dismay,
with a broken, hoarse voice I call and I say,
Help us Oh Imam, we are travelers who have lost our way!