Mustafa

Mustafa 1d

I think of you
Lying on a sandy beach
A light breeze kisses my face
The sea is calm and still

I see you on the clouds in the sky
I see you on the air, hovering over the sea
I see you lying next to me
Yet I know you are very far away

I hear your laughter loud and clear
Your body emits a fragrance
Fresh as the scent of roses and jasmine
I can feel your presence next to me
Yet I know you are very far away

You are a portrait on the surface of the sea
A painting of vivid colours
A painting as only Michelangelo could make
So vivid, so real
Yet so far away you are

Ever in my thoughts you are, ever will remain
My Dream Girl, My Dream Girl
I have never seen you, yet I know you
Like I have lived with you, all my life

I see you so clearly that I could paint you
My Dream Girl, My Dream Girl
Alas, I am no Picasso or Rembrandt, MyLove
Only A Simple Soul From Down Under

For the person in search of his Dream Girl

#laughter #sea #picasso #painter #michelangelo

Mustafa 5d

Loneliness

What is Loneliness, you may ask,?
Good question if you have never experienced loneliness
Never did you encounter a situation where there was no one
No one you could talk to, understand you, love you
You always had friends and family for company

Loneliness does not occur because you are alone
Loneliness occurs when no one understands you
When no one loves you, when you are treated with contempt
You can be alone and yet you are not lonely
Or you can be part of a large family, but completely isolated

Pankaj Udhas, the Ghazal singer, says in one of his songs
" Koi nahi sunta jab tanhaiya bolti hai"
Tanhaiya is the Hindi word for loneliness
What he says is "No one listens when loneliness speaks"
Never a truer phrase I have heard

Loneliness is the solo traveller who cannot stop anywhere
As every stop has strangers, he cannot connect with
Loneliness is the tune you sing yourself
As no one else can understand it

Loneliness is walking along the road alone
Till you find someone who is also lonely
And who gives you "company"
Then loneliness says, "We part ways now"
For company and I can never be together
We are the two sides of a coin that never meet.

This poem is about loneliness.So many people in the world today are lonely looking for company

#lonely #company #isolation

Mustafa Sep 8

The Daily Grind

Wake up at 4.30 am every day except Sunday
When I wake up at 5.00 am, coz it's a day off work
Same routine day in, day out, like it or not
Coz there's no alternative, for a working man
Except to churn the wheel of the Daily Grind

Grinding away, Grinding away, Grinding away
Wake up at 4.30 am, and start on the pranayam
Then some light exercises, before it's time
For the morning prayers, which are a must
Then a bath followed by breakfast

Out of the house by 7.00 am is my target
To catch the public mini bus to my workplace
Arrive by 7.30 am, ready to start the work
Grinding away till 5.00 pm when it's time to leave

But I am grateful, grateful to the Almighty
I have work and earn a reasonable income
Meet the needs of my family, even if just the basics
Always be grateful that my wife tells me, and it's true

But it's not my ideal life, not at all
Some lucky people do have it all
A seven or eight-figure income, a happy family
And they work as and when they want
No Daily Grind For Them

For the rest of us, the Daily Grind
Grinding away, grinding away on the wheel of life
Till the Almighty says, Enough grinding done
Now join me in a new world where there is no Grind

Dedicated To All The hard Working People , Men Like Myself Working To Meet The Needs Of Their Families

#grind #family #income #pranayam #prayers

Mustafa Sep 1

The Road

I am the Road, I am the Road
People travel upon me to places near, places far
Some travel on foot, some on horses, some on donkeys
But horses and donkeys have now been taken over
By motorised vehicles, such as buses and cars

I am man-made, not nature-made
For animals do not need me, nor do birds
But human beings do not possess the directional sense
Given to birds and animals by the creator

Animals and birds can find their way about
They don't need any roads to get from here to there
Man, the intelligent animal gets confused, oh so confused
That's why he needed to make me the road

I am colored, decorated and named much like
An Indian bride before her wedding night
Accessories like signposts are put by my side
Much like the jewellery that brides wear

And I am painted in white and black colours
The way a bride is adorned with henna
And like a newborn, I am given a name
The Great North Road, Southern By-pass
And the like

The Eagle flying overhead looks on with amusement
Mancalls himself the most intelligent of all species
Yet without making and decorating a path
He is unable to go anywhere. He is lost
Yet lower species can find their way about
With or Without A Road

This poem is about the importance of a road to us humans

#road #animals #species #donkeys #horses #bride

Mustafa Aug 8

I am the Ocean

I am the ocean, some call me the sea
I have many names in different languages
I was one of the first things to be created
Life upon earth began inside of me

I have been around for so long, I have lost track
Of how many millions of years or even billions of years
Many creatures were born and lived inside of me
So many are lost forever, never to be seen

Man has been fascinated by my might and power
He has travelled upon my back to far-off lands
And if I am in an angry mood, I drag all
Who rides on my back into my belly, deep down

I was there before the land was created, long before
I can swallow all of the land, ask the ones inside of me
I am not an angry, menacing monster, please note
I am the sea, a massive collection of all the waters

When the river empties itself into me, it trembles
Water is like me, but my mighr terrifies it
Yet the river knows there is no turning back
It empties itself into me and becomes a part of me

This poem is an ode to the sea , the ocean.Were it not for the sea where would the beach be

#ocean #sea #travel #man #river

Mustafa Jul 22

The Tree

I look at the tree standing tall
It's just standing there in rain and shine, and wind
It doesn't move, it doesn't talk, not a sound
Sometimes I wonder, what is going on inside of it

The tree is there to serve us, asking for nothing
No rent is charged to the birds that make it their home
No sitting charge, no waiting charge, no matter
For how long you stay on its branch or under its shade

Apart from that, the tree is giving us flowers and fruits
It produces them for the birds and animals to consume
It consumes none of its output, only gives it away
To come and take as much as you can FOC

I sometimes wonder, is this tree for real
How can you give, give, give and only ask
That you leave it alone to do its work
It's work of serving you wholly and totally

I salute you, O Tree, and I salute your creator
For all that you do, for all that you do
For the birds, animals, humans, and even insects
Thank you, O Tree. Thank you, O Tree

This poem is an ode to the trees on our planet. Trees give us so much, yet humans have no appreciation and mercilessly chop them down. The result?Global warming and the gradual destruction of the human race

#tree #birds #animals #humans #fruits #fllowers