I live my life the way I want
and I don't care what others think or chant.
Accept me or reject me.
I am shy, I am humble and I am kind,
but harsh and blunt may my enemies find.
Accept me or reject me.
Many call me bigot and fanatic for passion I show towards my religion
but i don't care, I am ready to defend it in every season and in all condition.
Accept me or reject me.
I am an introvert and live mostly on my own,
that doesn't mean I am unfriendly and to my friends its known and shown.
Accept me or reject me.
I like Dosas, biryani, nehari and chicken fry.
but I am always prepared for salt and roti dry.
Accept me or reject me.
I am no saint, I do mistakes and then I regret,
but I am always ready to forgive and forget.
Accept me or reject me.
I try to speak the truth and sometimes it is very sour
I will continue that way, whether you declare a war, or put me behind bar.
Accept me or reject me.
I keep my distance from disco, cigarette, girls and liquor, that's not my way and that's not my style,
for which my friend's make my fun, but I ignore them all with a smile.
Accept me or reject me.
This is my story and this is my tale
It is for you all, and it is not for sale.
Accept me or reject me.
I love my prophet(pbuh) and I love Allah,
I am Muhammad Asadullah.
Accept me or reject me.
Accept me or reject me.

Round and round you walk.
Straight to the point I talk.
Who will decide what is fair.
Not umpire but you're a player.
Tis my view agree or disagree.
In democracy all are free.

Sad and frustrated
I strolled here and there.
Lingered through narrow lanes,
streets strange and quare.
Here I am on crossroad,
where should I go?
Should I take the road broad and straight
or the one narrow and low.
Does it make any difference
which road I take,
when I don't know,
where I wan't to go?

No shadow.
Unending noon.
Land barren, flat.
Running pit-a-pat.
Miles and Miles
left behind.
Miles and Miles
ahead.
hours, days, weeks...
Innocent heart.
Which land it searches?
Which land it seeks?

No force no intensity left in me.
I have turned into a dead feather.
Wind ******* wherever you feel like.

Twisted, curled and straight.
Many of them reticulate.
Some are rough, some gloss.
And few of them crisscross.

Through mountains and canons.
Some desolate and barren.
Some through foliage unmown.
Ending of all is unknown.

Unalike yet all attract and allure.
With open arms tempt to explore.
Each path inviting like a *****.
Still another I search evermore.

Praise came from left and
right, here and there.
It came from known and
unknown, friend and peer.
Then I couldn't walk,
my legs were not there.
I searched and saw
them flying high in air.
I persuaded, requested,
even called them with frown.
But all in vain, they were
not ready to come down.
' All praise is due to Allah ',
I said in voice loud and clear.
My legs came down quickly
trembling with awe and fear.

As I sauntered on banks of Yamuna at night.
I saw a man old, bent, with stick in dhoti white.
Tardily, step by step as he came nearer to me.
With joy I smiled as our own beloved Bapu was he.

With tears in my eyes I asked, ' Bapu you are still alive! ,
those three bullets holed your chest, how did you survive?
What happened to you? Where were you all these days?
What you ate? How you lived? Now where do you stay?

Condition of your beloved land is deteriorating day by day.
Countrymen have left your path, they have gone astray.
Your image, your killers are trying to malign and degrade.
Berating your ways, encouraging means which you forbade.

******'s advocates on chariots are traversing Nation's length.
Day by day Fascism is gaining ground , gaining strength.
Disguised as followers of Sri Ram, deeds of Ravan they do.
Riots and killings are frequent, women and minors are targeted too.

Terrorism nourishing on terrorism, cruelty at its worst.
Targeting anyone, anywhere, time and again bombs burst.
Once a land of peace, land of sufism, land of saints,
now ******. Innocent souls being killed without restraint.

Regionalism is being encouraged and taking roots.
Unity of the Nation selfish politicians reduce and dilute.
Corruption is increasing everywhere and in all spheres
Even highest office of respect could not keep itself clear '

Passing his hand over my head he smiled and said '
I am just a spirit, long ago my weak body was dead.
Daily with expectation I rise and daily with despair I die
Daily my hope is shattered and daily with grief I sigh

They may have killed me but now I live in numerous hearts
They may write me down in history yet my message will dart.
See this flag, colour saffron is dear to me, colour green I love.
between them is colour white, colour of peace, colour of dove.

Nation divided in three hurts me more than bullets three
From casteism and regionlism country should be free.
Communalism should not be allowed to raise its ugly head.
With sword of constitution Fascism we need to behead '

Three sound disturbed the calm, beloved Bapu fell on the ground
I went to help but Bapu vanished with words 'Hey Ram' echoing around
Determined that this time his innocent blood will not go waste.
I collected his non-violent blood in my pen like ink with haste.

I saw a languid, thirsty flower
with lost smiles was crying.
I sprinkled water mixed with
my smiles to stop it from dying.

I saw a tree loosing its patience
standing there for ages.
I gave all my patience to it
which was borrowed from sages.

I saw breeze standing still, sad
, amidst mirthfulness dearth.
I couldn't see its sorrow,
sadness, handed all my mirth.

I saw a pond motionless,
no ripples, dull, calm and quiet.
I tied my liveliness to a stone
and threw into it to excite.

I saw hopeless sun filled with
despair was setting in west.
I gifted all my hope so that it
rises again with promise and zest.

Smiles, mirth and liveliness
all lost, now I had none.
Patience and hope were also
not with me, all gone.

Am I still alive? , thinking this
I looked deep into the skies.
A grave infront of me gazed at
my body with greedy eyes.

Standing hand folded,
heart filled with humility.
I ask for your mercy.
I ask for your help.

Fingers spread over knees,
I bow, eyes looking down.
I search you in the skies.
I pull up my head with your praise.

Taming my ego, my pride.
I put my highest to the lowest, *
submitting my will to yours.
I prostrate before you my Lord.

I raise my head with your praise.
Cognizant of my supriority over satan,
with gratitude I prostrate again.
Each pulse brings me closer to you God.

Drops of tears like precious pearls.
I raise my hands with open palms.
Your blessings shower like rain,
I hoard it as much as I can.

[Quran-17: 42, Quran-21: 22]

On television ancient
mythological serial I saw.
Many powerful Gods
brought a feeling of awe.

Each plotting and planning
against one another.
Intention to become supreme
and dethrone other.

Their fights brought disorder
on earth and heaven.
Anywhere and everywhere
chaos and confusion.

Their ungodly behavior
was maddening, insane.
Couldn't control my wild
heart, oppressed brain.

Closed television to get
rid of their conduct lowly.
Started searching truth
and peace in verses holy.

Spotted few verses which
brought smile and relief.
In verses* I found truth
and it increased my belief.

You mock and laugh at believers
, men rational and wise.
How foolish is believer's beliefs
you inform and apprise.
Each and every rites and
practices of beleivers you condemn.
Reject divine creation of
heavens n earth, things tween them.
But believe me Atheists also
have beliefs, faith and stance.
Your belief is everything came
into existence just by chance.
Earth started rotating and revolving
with precision on its own.
So that If it deviates a bit no
life will exists not a single one.
By accident were created all
plants and creatures in pairs.
Haply it was decided how they
will produce offsprings n heirs.
Hilarious, laughable are your
beliefs, O wise Non-believer!
Believe me your beliefs can put
to shame beliefs of a believer.

You blame religion for war,
fights and all evils.
You blame it for acts
criminal, killings brutal.
You talk about morals,
you talk about ethics.
But I've got question for you
, faultfinders, cynics.
Why do charity? To hungry
why you want to give food?
Give scientific reasons for
morality, reasons to do good?
Don't you think humans are
born with sense of right and wrong?
Doesn't it point towards someone
merciful, mighty and strong?

Bantam being give
me one honest advise.
Tell me where
your strength lies?
Hours ago you struggled
with load bigger than your size.
Your foolishness made
me laugh with surprise.
I enjoyed your scrambles,
little humorous buffoon
and left thinking you
will give up very soon.
My estimation about
you was so wrong.
Tiny creature your determination
was much strong.
You dragged the load
close to your destination.
You were far beyond
my humble approximation.
Everyone takes brave lion's
and fearless tiger's name.
Your perseverance can
put them all to shame.
Many may not find
a role model in thee
but frankly speaking
you've inspired me.

I know not how to beg.
I know not how to pray.
I am immersed in sins.
I have just gone astray.

My sins like oceans deep;
Sins like mountains high.
But still I hope for mercy.
Your mercy wide as sky.

Words always so less;
And sea full of commotion.
I know not how to pray.
Just tears of emotion.

O God! listen to my heart.
Words always so less.
I know not how to pray.
Just beats of distress.

ALLAHUMMA SALLI ALA MUHAMMADIW WA ALA AALI MUHAMMADIN KAMAA SALLAITA ALA IBRAHIMA WA ALA AALI IBRAHIMA INNAKA HAMIDUM MAJID. ALLAHUMMA BAARIK ALA MUHAMMADIW WA ALA AALI MUHAMMADIN KAMAA BAARAKTA ALA IBRAHIMA WA ALA AALI IBRAHIMA INNAKA HAMIDUM MAJID.



Allahumma! Send blessings upon (Holy Prophet)Muhammad and upon theProgeny of (Holy Prophet)Muhammad as You sent blessings upon Ibraheem and upon the Progeny of Ibraheem; indeed, You are praiseworthy and glorious. Allahumma! Bless (Holy Prophet)Muhammad and the Progeny of (Holy Prophet)Muhammad as You blessed Ibraheem and the Progeny of Ibraheem; indeed, You are praise worthy and glorious.


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Drop by Drop
Drop by Drop
Everytime, anytime
Let it fall.
Let it fall.
My worthy tears.
Never stop.
Never stop.
Till I see
My beloved Mustafa(SAW)

A Truth is better
than hundred lies
If one is living like a Dead
**then it's better he dies

At times I wonder ,
Where Beauty lies ?
Inside beautiful things
Or within my eyes ?

Above others, Mary, a woman pure and ace.
Withdrew from her family to an eastern place.
Angel Gabriel in form of handsome man came.
Scared and frightened stood this young dame.

As he informed of pure boy, she was disgraced.
She averred ' I am not married and I am chaste '
It was easy for Allah, he said 'Be, ' and he was.
Like Adam he was created, man without flaws.

Conceiving him she went to a secluded place.
She wished to die before cruel world she faced.
Baby spoke as she groaned besides palm tree.
'Shake tree for dates, for water stream flows free.

I am not arrogant or miserable but kind to ye.
If someone points at you then just point at me '
In summer took birth God's mercy, God's shade.
Mighty prophet of Allah came to guide and aid.

Everyone spoke but virtuous Mary did not speak
Without speaking she pointed at child unique
Child spoke when people despised and scorned.
So peace be upon him the day he was born.

He never died, Almighty Allah raised him high.
So peace be upon him the day he will die.
He will make clear, God is one not three or four.
So peace be upon him the day he'll be brought before.

Fake Gods crumbled
Palace of Kisra trembled.
Lake sawah dried.
Cursed satan cried.
Fire of persia died out.
Allah's best mercy sprout.
Yes, Light was born.
Yes, Guidance was born.
Yes, Muhammad was born.
Peace be upon him.
Peace be upon him.
Peace be upon him.

Cut me with tongue, be rude to me.
Look down on with disdain.
Be as blunt as you can be.
Let the words be severe.
Let it be as stern as it can be.
Aim and throw them like stones
Or like arrow it should flee.
Do all these again and again.
My Silence will be my shield;
And my smile will hide my pain.

Stupendous sound vibration
makes numb all sensation.
Victims in blood, shock and stupor,
all around painful sounds of groaners.
Cruelty roams free, untamed.
for many, world will never be the same.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you are sure;
Or when you're in doubt.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you are calm;
Or when you freak out.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you are alone;
Or when you hangout.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you are idling;
Or when you workout.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you stay silent;
Or when you shout.

Breathe in Breathe out.
While walking in daylight;
Or while sleeping at night.

Breathe in Breathe out.
But beware, each breath;
Brings you closer to death.

Plenty of smiles and two wings of dreams.
Friends were butterflies, grass and trees.
Flew high in skies and over the streams.
Played with flowers and followed the bees.

Always went to see sunset on top of the roof.
Gazed legion twinkling stars after twilight.
Dreamt a lot watching stars, staying aloof.
Often landed on gleaming moon at night.

But where is that girl, where she stays now?
Where this path leads, with sobs it is paved.
Followed the path and heard her echoing sough.
At a distance a tomb with some name engraved.

Covered with strewn feathers and something in piles
Went near and saw broken wings and dead smiles

Fiery sun glimmered
From mornig till noon.
Then it drizzled all night
When came watery moon.

Environment was conducive,
Soaked and sunned was mud.
Mystical & magical moment!
Came into bieng tickly bud.

But something went wrong,  
Frail being never bloomed.
Scarce water or poor light ?
Bud wilted and was doomed.

Burn all these 'Old age homes.'
Standing like Satan's domes.
Shamelessness resides in them.
Helplessness resides in them.

Recall their childhood days.
When they were small and gay.
Whenever they puked or peed.
Parents fulfilled all their needs.

Now when parents are in need.
They show selfishness and greed.
Such off-springs are disgrace.
I want to spit, bring their face.

For bright prosperous future,
They say oiling is required.
They inform buttering is must;
If in job promotion is desired.

Butter increases cholesterol.
It is not at all good for health.
I say no to such promotions.
Poverty better than such wealth.

I cannot **** my conscience;
To make tomorrow brighter.
For oiling I've a jar of kerosene;
And I always carry a lighter.

Their words like needle.
Arranged smartly with trick.
So that it hurts maximum.
Utmost it ******.

My words when hit back;
Like some venom in cowl.
They scream with pain.
They cry foul.

Now character analysis they do.
Many of them, not just few.
Each has something to say.
And at the end of day;

Papers banged infront me.
My Character certificates I see.
Not one or two but so many.
But do I need any.

Now listen very carefully.
I want to make it known.
I need only one certificate;
And that is my own.

Can we call it freedom if it divides?
Is it correct to ridicule revered name?
Was that in defence of freedom?
Or was that for easy money and fame?

They went on with their provocations;
And justified it with arguments lame.
Numerous hearts were agonised.
But few turned wild, difficult to tame.

Extreme provocations and insults.
In the name of ' Freedom of speech'
Extreme response and harshest reply.
To avenge the insult and to teach.

When one's ' Freedom of Expression ';
Gives one the ' Freedom to insult '.
Hatred and dissension are promoted;
And can lead to horrifying result.

When you left your childhood to become an adolescent.
Your mind was elated, curious and effervescent.
You wanted to know the unknown and try the untried.
You were prepared to break laws and put rules aside
Then you smoked me bit by bit.

When you saw any girl having beauty immense.
You wanted love between you and her to commence.
You looked at her with pleasing smile.
You held me in your hand with great style
And you smoked me bit by bit.

When you were in anguish, pain and grief.
You wanted some-kind of respite and relief.
You held me between your fingers tight.
With help of lighter you set me alight
And you smoked me bit by bit.

When you wanted to show your happiness to others.
With happiness and smoke you wanted to create smothers.
With joy you cried, shouted and yipped.
Then tightly between your lips you gripped
And you smoked me bit by bit.

Now I became your habit and your need.
You were ready to surrender and concede.
You were losing a thing which cannot be bought with wealth.
You cared the least about your deteriorating health
And you smoked me bit by bit.

Now everywhere and anywhere you cough.
You are sick and your end is not faro-ff.
People look at you with pity and ruth.
You fool, now let me tell you the truth
All these days I smoked you bit by bit.

Pink, blue, white and green.
I have seen colors umpteen;
But today I saw a color unseen.

Clothing made of pure fibres.
Highly visible leather shoes.
Conduct attuned to corporate etiquette.
Words with care they choose.

If you'all are inspired by any.
Then you all should know.
Amongst the men holding ranks high.
Many have stooped very low.

His Soul, sinless, impeccant,
hidden inside the body like a pod.
caught in the storm of emotions,
danced out of love for his God.

His body under spell of his soul,
came under soul's servitude.
body became soul's reflection and
danced for lord out of gratitude.

stones, razzes, taunts and abuses were hurled
but he danced, danced and danced ignoring this cruel world.

It is a gradual and a slow process.
From one species another egress.
Species can change and reshape.
They say humans came from ape.

But when I look at fossil records.
With facts theory doesn't accord.
Darwin's theory appears unsound.
Intermediate forms are not found.

Instead each species abruptly arise.
Remains constant in shape and size.
Question is how species change?
Science matches fairy-tale, strange!

Little frog was kissed by a dame.
A handsome prince frog became.
Theory like some old magical tale.
Should I call it science or fairy-tale.

Never think that dead leaves cannot speak.
Words can be uttered without mouth or beak.
Come in heard to hear and they'll remain mum.
To hear them in solitude you need to come.

Loneliness and silence are their best friend.
You can listen only if truth you seek and intend.
If you've mind and heart to listen, men of clay!
Words more worthy than living they can say.

If your heart is strong and if you have no fear.
Then in storms they are very loud, very clear.
And if your heart is weak in breeze come near.
Truth of this life they will whisper in your ear.

I remember when you weren't that big.
You moved swiftly on trees and sprigs.
Tongue was tiny, fangs were bantam.
Very small was your gland of venom.

But then also you were dangerous being.
Again and again I spotted you hissing.
I confronted you on that particular day.
Somehow managed to scare you away.

But again you've been sighted nearby.
You're hiding in bushes dense and high.
Now big in size with increased weight.
You have come to avenge and retaliate.

You are filled with vengeance and anger.
But all these days I wasn't idling either.
I found a teacher, while your fangs grew.
From mongoose I have learnt tricks few.

A mystery unclear, unknown
yet so frequent and known.
from him they escape and run
but every path leads to only one.
each living must fight him
just to loose a battle grim.

In shape of black and white
ram, 'Death' will be brought.
An Indomitable enemy each
and every living had fought.
Dwellers of Hell and Paradise
will be asked to recognize.
At once they will identify 'Death'
with their careful eyes.
Then 'Death' will be slaughtered,
its blood will be spilled.
In-front of all, 'Death' will be
put to death, it will be killed.
Eternity for people of Paradise! ,
there will be no more death.
Eternity for people of hell! ,
torment and eternal breath.

You questioned my patriotism.
My pen was shield.
You questioned my beliefs.
My pen is sword in battlefield.

Man fell into the cage.
Tiger roared with rage.
It came close to him.
Gazed with eyes grim.

Man shivered with fear.
His eyes filled with tear.
Pleaded with folded hands.
It thought and scanned.

Filled was its large tum.
But t'was a prey not chum.
Reputation was at stake.
Force was real not fake.

Fellow men pelted at it.
Tiger got agitated a bit.
Far the man it hauled.
Angrily the man it mauled.

Chance to settle the score.
Poor, helpless man it tore.
Tiger is made for a ****.
Soon the man was still.

Path less traveled, Path unknown.
Mountains, Sand, rocks and stone.
No water, vegetation so scarce.
Sun at its ugliest, sun so fierce.

In this wilderness I fear I'll get lost.
I dread I'll be ruined, I will exhaust.
Some say this road will never end;
More I travel, more it will extend.

Soothing sound tells me to continue;
Sun is yet to set, travel miles few.
The heat forces me into a slump.
Solacing sound gives goosebump.

Very soon the blazing sun will fade.
I search tree with hundred years of shade.
They say to give up in this dusty heat.
I seek Gardens with rivers underneath.

How foolish of me,
all these days I've been
running after my destiny,
falling in ***** ditches,
tumbling in dingy pits,
stooping to levels low.
If only I could have agnized
that destiny is like shadow.
Created with me
in mother's womb.
Can only be chased,
never can be seized.
So now I've decided,
I will climb the mountains
following my dreams
and my destiny
will follow me.

In the foreign land across the bay;
Need or greed, best you can say.
You left the ancient land long ago.
Love for ancient land never fell, tho'.

You divide ancient time in slots.
Then you figure out traitor's lot.
Foreign elements traitor you brand.
Such is your love for ancient land.

You attack them with **** remarks.
Bullets you fire from mouth stark.
When I look from perspective new.
Then I can figure out the real you.

From ancient land I gaze at thee.
In you a real true patriot I see;
But from foreign land when I see.
A real traitor you appear to me.

In seclusion when I sit;
And close both my eyes.
I travel way back in time.
Flying time vision defies.

Childhood friends appear.
Faces clear and bright.
I think of Raj, Arsh and Anas;
And they're in my sight.

A day I saw a drug-addict.
My friend Arsh he was.
Distorted image of puerility.
Sunken eyes, ugly Jaws.

Now when I close my eyes.
I see all but Arsh I see no more.
When I think of Little Arsh.
A drug-addict comes before.

It is victory of light over darkness.
But his eyes filled with bleakness.
It is victory of hope over despair.
But a poor child with no one to care.

Jam packed are shops of sweets.
But pitiful child has got nothing to eat.
Crackers stealthily they all buy.
His stomach is empty, lips are dry.

Bursting firecrackers, light and sound.
Hapless child quietly sitting on ground.
To burn people have enough buck.
But not enough for burning stomach.

O patriots! chant name
of traitors, all or just some;
But don't take name of
martyrs, traitor you'll become.

What secrets does isolated
snow covered mountains hide?
Secrets bubbling and gurgling
like volcanic lava inside.

Make sure lava of secrets
in rivers does not seep;
As inhabitants of plains
below are numb and asleep.

People below are accustomed
to environment of fog.
Mixture of fog, lava, water
and dust will create smog.

O patriots! chant name
of traitors, all or just some;
But don't take name of
martyrs, traitor you'll become.

Freedom, freedom they shout,
freedom, freedom they say.
Obsessed with freedom!
Freedom, freedom night and day.

They have erected and they
show large statues of freedom.
Freedom, freedom they sing like
hymns and ever beat the drum.

Bombings, theft and dacoity
disguised in the name of freedom.
Killings, torture, **** all are fine,
just shout freedom, freedom.

But are they themselves free?
handful rule them with a glee.
People of money and media and
walls of prejudice and lies I see.

Few have taken them as hostage
and they've made world unfree.
I pray for their freedom so that
entire world becomes free.

Enemy you want to destroy and ****.
You want to see him dead and still.

Hours you spent thinking about him.
You have got plots and plans grim.

Much pain you take to give him pain.
Thinking about him you turn insane.

If you want to see your enemy's end.
Easiest way is to make him a friend.

I search east, I search west.
From both I only select best;
And then I discard the rest.

Professor experienced was he.
Woke up in the morn asking tea.
Hurriedly bathed and brushed.
Towards steely almirah he rushed.

Couldn't decide which pant to wear.
Called wife to decide combing his hair.
Shirts were of different color and hue.
Mother came and chose color blue.

His father decided which tie he'll tie.
While he ate poori and aloo fry.
Couldn't decide which shoes were best.
Daughter chose brown and left the rest.

Couldn't decide 'tween bus and auto.
Son advised from auto he should go.
Entered class room briskly walking;
And taught 'Effective decision making.'