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 Aug 2024
Mohd Arshad
Good speakers create good listeners
 Aug 2024
Mohd Arshad
Independence is not the wings of a bird
It's the choice to open wings to fly
 Aug 2024
Mohd Arshad
If you
can't give
a better idea

Remain silent

Because someone is very serious
                         to reach his destination
 Jul 2024
Mohd Arshad
Don't throw hate over me
Don't push my dreams into the sea
I do breathe like you
Though I'm black in hue

It's not my fault at all
I'm black at his call

Black is sapphire like me
Black is Jasper like me
Black is menalite like me
Black is granite like me
Black is rose like me
Black is gloss like me
Dont throw hate over me
Dont push my dreams into the sea

I wanna fly in the blue
Though I'm black in hue
O my bro it's not my fault at all
I'm black at his call

Let me fly in the blue
Let me sing like the cuckoo
Though I'm black in hue
Let me fly in the blue
Let me sing like the cuckoo
 Jul 2024
Mohd Arshad
Anxiety in our mind stops us to take proper decisions
 Jul 2024
Mohd Arshad
Brilliant minds
                Don't ignore their mistakes

But rather
        they correct them to move ahead
 Jul 2024
Mohd Arshad
Brilliant minds
                Don't ignore their mistakes

But rather
        they correct them to move ahead
 Jul 2024
Mohd Arshad
In the present scenario،
            Only Sunday time
                      Is the finest thread


To sew unstitched relations
071824

“I met You during Summer
Tale as old as time —
Will I ever remember,
When my scars won’t bid goodbye?”

____


I found myself in the same roof where I am today
But the wrenching waves were all gone.
My breath runs dry
Whenever I had a glint of distress
While tomorrow has not yet began.

In the vineyard of my Master,
My hollow core is being pressed down
Where I used to be shamefaced of the intricate details —
The flaws and blemishes, hiting me like a rock.
And even before they heal,
I always get new ones like the newbies…
Like the tattoos in my eyes
Whenever I cry in my own midnight suns.

I write whenever there’re palettes in my head,
The strokes of my Master
Were the key notes of the melody of my soul.
I was about to die until He crossed the oceans for me!
The script became a masterpiece
Regardless of the broken keys
And the missing lines of the so-random poetries.

Ever changing glow from within,
Busted lights all over my face.
Whew! It was a rough road
But the shadows no longer chase me,
The tides no longer hold me back so I continued sailing.

I tried to pause for a moment;
Resonating the hymn deep within me
As I bite my own lips.
It was so hard to stop
When the ink was the shed blood
Running through my veins —
I am alive; and my breath was more than a sigh.

The audience tells me to keep quiet
But I always hear the sweet small voice
Of my Master who’s behind the draperies
And away from the eyes in grim,
Of the fake faces who make face along side.

I run towards Him
In the hidden corners of my prayer room.
It was the backstage where I hid myself
And found it as a gem, bestowing me revival —
Where I felt so secured and loved the most.
And that’s where I hide my treasures too;
And today, it’s no longer a secret
Between me and my Master.

I opened the door for the world to see
For this is where my soul rests
But not yet the place where I truly belong.
As of now, I won’t abandon this room
Where He break the barriers before my eyes.

————————————

“Today, I remember the stories untold:
The skeletons in my previous closet,
The dry coarse land where I hid my wealth.
I dug so deep but it’s not worth the effort.
Today, I remember You —
I will always remember Your Name.”
061824

I give you my world,
And You give me the universe.
I open my heart to You,
And You dwell within me.

I lift my hands to praise You
And You reign like a roaring thunder.
The galaxy belongs to You —
How tiny I am and yet you see me through.

My years are in the palm of Your hands—
Written by the blood of your Son…
Beloved and precious,
A King who’s always on the throne.

Your love remains steadfast,
Your grace is like the rain
Showering me every now and then
So my soul can dance with You.

I long to see You face to face
But I wait patiently
Before the curtains unveil the coming glory
And before I commit my spirit
And find its rest with You.
070324

It was a poison to see you face to face
Relying on your strength
And making your worst nightmares
Came back to life.

Torn pages, torn soul —
Adding so much pain
Pulling the trigger
Just so you can fly.

You stutter when tears run down
Your hidden gems were treasure to me.
I know, one day you’ll overcome
And I will stop provoking you
To unlove yourself
So you’ll get over every trauma.

I hope you’re doing good
You are my number one —
You are worth it, you are loved
You are never abandoned.

Take heart —
Self, you can do so much more.
Keep running, keep your FAITH.
051424

If faith can buy anything,
What would be your purchase?
If faith can buy everything,
Would you still be trusting the LORD?

If favor is a commodity,
Can your money be enough?
Would you use all your resources
To get close to what you really want?

And if God always gives what your heart desires,
Would you see Him the way you see Him now?
Would you still seek Him if everything goes well?

And if you love the world too much,
You would never have valued what you have gained —
For what you gained in Christ is precious
That even money and power cannot buy.
 Apr 2024
Latiaaa
Deep down in the submarine depths of an abyss
Lies the burrows of your deepest desires.
Wanting togetherness but in the context of Siamese twins.
You can’t have your cake and eat it too.
Those mummified remains still haunt you in your sleep—
Obsessing over putrefied bottom fat
and Nile rivers pouring in and out.
You fornicated with women—
Felt like you bombed the village or did it just feel bomb?
Breaking sweats as if you’re a labored worker…
Save it.
Eventually you gotta meet your maker and confess.
Idealizations and fantasies can only operate off inner truth and cravings.
Only the strong willed can survive.
Everything you preach is a myth—
“ever heard of the Loc-ness monster? Boogeyman?”
Yea like those myths…
You’re a cracked out delusion of what you want to be,
Look within and speak the real you.
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