My dear friend, nay brother, Hamza

-

 


A water glaze in the midsummer midnoon blaze...

My history with you now anew, could we ever erase? 

and into a frenzied crowd's craze, we laughed to a crown's daze...

Never do you cease to amaze, nay! not even in a midwinter midnight laze...

So tell me brother, what makes you faze? 

I'd wager a pretty penny, nought ought except a fear, even to me most dear; helps it straighten a'steer, nay, never to veer آمین

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Grand Forest of Tomorrow

-
Image
 The Grand Forest of Tomorrow Sandals of stone, till brim and bone... Candles to atone, all grim and alone... All my why's slip away, all shy and bye... Could I but cry, those tears now dry... I look sky high, those fears now fly... Try as I, trouble and truffle, my very lie... Her lunar eclipse scuffled, my son's sun muffled... For my trifle, they all now stifle... A pin to my chin and head held to a rifle! They fail to flail my skin, so weld by lead, none to take his stead!  They pontificate all pompous, but they lay upon the bay of pompeii!  Much to my dismay do I say, you have lost your way, far away and astray... Into Vesuvius' volcanic depth you lept, morality cleft all asunder... Will you still not surrender? Or wish ye' to be her ashtray?
Read more

An Eid of Solitude

-
Image
  An Eid of Solitude The new moon could not dispel my spell of gloom... This heart's shatter, the echoing silo's of it's boom!  Miss that treachery served on a silver platter... Since you left, within my heart a ravenous cleft... Without you lost light it's hue, would love ever matter?  And so, my love's dove shall take flight whenst the pillager's plight draws in, destined for sight!  Tis not might that makes right, but following Al-Furqan's light! O' dearest firefly.... She now shimmers and flies under the dimmers of war-torn skies, born in the flimmers of far-born lies! Hear ye not these cries? Sights lost longing for your son's eyes... This fever burns hot, a flame over molten iron-scopes.. Dashed ye my hoopoes' hopes, in chains, not even ropes?  In those very depths of darkness, the abyss reminiscences an abscess... Could I to the truth but confess, these feelings quantify and fate defy!
Read more

Miscellaneous Memoirs- The Rumble

-
Image
  The Roaring Rumble Mumble till ye hear the rumble! That day mighty mountains to crumble! Are you not to be stayed by death's stumble? Or to be betrayed, turning thy book in fumble? Then who can intercede to plead from the fire's tumble? Rocks a'blastin' and sparks a'castin'... The knave's cave meant to be everlastin'? His fall his end all, after all, he did reject this call... Terribly thunderous claps for his judgemental lapse, This stormy weather aloft to turn thy skin ever so soft, into lasting leather... And yet you stand on his land with Imans light as a feather? Smoulder's smother be any other! My Lord is One! Ahad! Ahad ul Ahad! He was one when there were none! So shall he remain one when we are all done! These signs last, their dark overcast... What colors of these salient sails, their broken mast! These waves tidal and treacherous as the advisors of the once mighty chosroes...
Read more