This route through
market glossy, colored.
leads to mosque at
length, hazy, blurred.
I walk unknown paths
tightly holding Quran.
From worldly music
I strive to decipher Azan.
Surrounded by souls
as if they will never die.
I often visit graveyards
to hear someone cry.
On streets I pass by
women veiled, unveiled.
My soul is weak, teachings
of prophet is shield.
Idols charms me with
words hypnotizing, strong.
I love Sange-Aswad, I stand
'tween right and wrong.

Happily she walked towards home.
Bubbling and rippling like river foam.
A man passed by dressed well.
Entered her nostrils fishy smell.

She looked at the man and walked.
Away from him she quickly stalked.
As she walked a soldier crossed her.
Neatly dressed, wearing cap of fur.

She smelt bad odor of mulch rotten.
She gazed at him with face sullen.
As she came very near to her house.
A woman stood in saree and blouse.

Bad odor of **** and rancid butter.
As if the woman came from gutter.
She entered and disgust could be seen.
Thinking why don't they stay clean.

Her son came running with a smile.
Holding his nose stopped awhile.
Said ' mom why don't you bathe,
Your sweat is smelly, you're sunbathed'.

Their words like cactus
my delicate soul bleeds.
I want to be alone.

My dreams of glass
they carry stones.
I want to be alone.

Enmity hidden within
a pleasing smile.
I want to be alone.

My misfortune, their happiness
inside sympathies disguised.
I want to be alone.
I want to be alone.

Season of colour, buds and blooms.
Lovely roses, grass with large plumes.
Hiding high on some tree koel* sings.
How badly I wished for thousand springs.

Large blooming tree, shrubs and climber.
Busy bees fly briskly from flower to flower.
Numerous butterflies with colorful wings.
How badly I wished for thousand springs.

Yellow mustard flowers below skies blue.
Entire flora covered with tiny drops of dew.
Sweet fragrance gentle breeze brings.
How badly I wished for thousand springs.

Far from reality, wishes are just wishes.
It can vanish with gust of wind like ashes.
My fragile soul is covered from top to bottom.
Now sadly I am abode for thousand autumns.

A green eyed monster within,
in behaviour satan's akin.
Other's possessions are his attraction,
flies on wings of dissatisfaction.
Hopes more for other's loss than his gain,
can take ugliest of forms without constraint.

Over and over you love to judge.
Genuine at times or due to grudge.

Your approach frank and upfront.
Your judgments brute and blunt.

Judgement on anyone and everyone.
You judge all, you spare none.

O you innocent! if you only knew.
All your judgments will judge you.

**** hundreds with bombs and guns.
Terrorist you are.
Outright you'll be hanged for your actions.

**** hundreds with swords and fuel.
Rioter you are.
You may go unpunished for your acts cruel.

**** thousands with lips and tongue.
Leader you are.
You'll be hero for millions of old and young.

From oceans shocked vapours flee.
You pity them with malicious glee.
Pretend to be well-wisher, a saint.
Crocodile! sympathizer you ain't.

In troubled waters you want to fish.
Never will be met your vicious wish.
You laugh loud, you plan and plot.
All Oceans will dry up you thought.

You are so foolish, I am in shock.
For this foolishness, no squawk.
Remove mask of friendship, you foe.
Where rain falls where rivers flow?

Oceans are on rise, feel the heat.
Waters have reached your feet.
Soon it'll engulf your land and rocks.
My foe, Let me give you this shock.

Peacock's legs you must hide.
Show only Its wings and tail.
Hide slums behind high-rises.
Spray perfume on things stale.

Years ago a hero was born.
New hero has taken birth again.
Paint his ***** hands with white.
Show choice of society sane.

For God' sake hang someone.
Land's prestige is at stake.
If culprits cannot be hanged.
Size of my neck you can take.

Display your esthetic creativity.
Utilize your unmatchable art.
And let's show the shiny part.
And let's show the shiny part.

No hands no legs
for help another lie it begs.
Alone it can go only few yards,
together their strength like house of cards.
A delicate wind of truth
and they lay in state of pity and ruth.

Their obsession to conquer.
Their ancient desire to subdue.
They utilize every opportunity;
And stamp me with their shoe.

A fact they should have known.
Long ago I lost all my ******.
With the passage of time.
I have turned into dead dust.

Calmness is all what I needed.
Only if they had left me alone.
Like dust I would settled down.
Without force subdued on my own.

However, they stamp me repeatedly.
Big-chested, Arrogant guys!
But the more they stamp me,
The more like dust I rise.

Just about the size of my thumb
Plant so delicate and dumb
little by little I see my henna plant grow

You don't have tongue to talk
You don't have legs to walk
little by little I see my henna plant grow

The sun makes you sweat
And rain makes you wet
little by little I see my henna plant grow

Up grows your shoot
Down grows your root
little by little I see my henna plant grow

One by one leaves sprout
Making you strong and stout
little by little I see my henna plant grow

In this season of spring
Sparrows around you dance and sing
little by little I see my henna plant grow

At times they pluck your leaves
those cute little thieves
little by little I see my henna plant grow

I give a miserly glance but I don't interfere
It is entirely nature's affair.
little by little I see my henna plant grow

Your tiny existence soothes my eyes
I can hear you when others fail hear your voice
little by little I see my henna plant grow

You are Sharing another plant's flowerpot
Don't worry a new *** soon we will allot
little by little I see my henna plant grow


There you will grow bigger and bigger
Your branches will become stiffer and stiffer
little by little I see my henna plant grow


Within you they will make beautiful nest
Sparrows with enthusiasm and zest
little by little I see my henna plant grow

And when you are big and strong
Maybe then I'll be inspired to write another song.
little by little I see my henna plant grow.
little by little I see my henna plant grow.

Hand-full of people fighting for Islam.
Our weapons are pen and holy Quran.
Resources are less, but ambitions are high
Allah is with us, so lets not grieve or sigh
We don't like colour of blood, we like colour of ink
With message of love and peace we are here to close all *****
We are here to clear all your doubts and misconceptions
we are the best of Ummah, so we will argue and talk with patience
propaganda against Islam will be buried in cemetery
We are mujahids of twenty first century
Bound by faith pakis, Arabs and Indians
We are soldiers of Allah, we are LMDians

Love! a gift of God,
so beautiful, so precious.
A state of bliss, a state
of extreme happiness.
If you love someone love
from your heart's core.
Love that special one like
you've never loved before.
It's a promise of God
who loves us utmost.
That you will be resurrected
with one you love the most.

If humanity is oppressed;
It turns into a shiny sword.
For the broken heart;
It becomes a kind word.

For needy, hungry and poor;
It comes in form of grain.
For hapless it is mercy;
To relieve them from pain.

At times of utmost distress;
Shape of patience it takes.
Often forgiveness it becomes.
Hard iron into wax it makes.

It is a thick shady cloud;
Against the sun of desire.
In the darkness of night;
It turns into a blazing fire.

Oceans having color blue;
Only reflects skies above.
Love Perfect for perfection.
Lover just reflects his love.

Sighting her image in truth's
mirror with anger she squealed.
Scratched her woolly hair
and ripped off her brown veil.
Broke everything in her way
and shamelessly walked bare.
But I had immense respect for
women, I give heed, I do care.
I went to market and brought a
bread while continued the unrest.
I gave her the bread so that along
with it her anger she could digest.

Auto, bus, walking and sweating dermis,
somehow on time I reach my office.

work needs to be finished on time so I sit in-front of computer.

breakfast time, toast, butter and tea glass,
hurriedly I eat, unaware it may appear boorish and crass.

work needs to be finished on time so I sit in-front of computer.

lunch time, dosa containing rice, dal and yeast,
the way I eat can put to shame any wild beast.

work needs to be finished on time so I sit in-front of computer.

till evening, I am tired, drowsy and dozy
but I skip the plan to go outside to have some tea.

work needs to be finished on time so I sit in-front of computer.

My head aches, my eye burns
but I continue work amidst yawns.

work needs to be finished on time so I sit in-front of computer.

Just before lo-gout, I work with great pace,
with time I contest, compete and race.

work needs to be finished on time so a computer sits in-front of computer.

Oceans very deep and very vast.
It is but ****** drops amassed.
Drops clear and Drops coarse.
From unlike place, unlike source.

Without belief can any move an inch.
Binds all tastes just a salt in pinch.
Different beliefs in different ME.
But the right belief can unite WE.

True belief can break walls of ego.
False faith, vanity like cards can blow.
Life could exist below the frozen lake.
Right belief from right ME, WE can take.

ME are like leafs and WE akin to tree.
Drops are akin to ME and WE like sea.
ME, ME and ME is what makes WE.
Its my perception, its how I see.

Mercy in small
peices broken apart.
Each of equal size
in hundred parts.
Ninety nine remained
with God unsent.
Only single part for
creation was sent.
Yet enough to show
mercy to each other.
Want to see then
see eyes of a mother.

You love yourself most and
you think your faith is complete.
Do you know? you are being
cheated and you are the cheat.
Don't you know that Allah and
his Apostle should be dearest
Then only you will have the
delight of faith sweetest.

So many curious faces I see.
Inquiring eyes fixed on me.
As if trying hard to guess.
why always I speak so less?

In the office and in bazaar.
They wonder who my friends are?
Every time they spot me alone.
Doubt if I am kind of stone.

With them no ebullience, no zeal.
In their company so lonely I feel.
Whether sitting or on a walk.
Always worldly and shallow talk.

But all who think I am lonely stone.
Let me inform I am never alone.
Loneliness is my best friend.
With him quality time I spend.

He gave a negative comment.
She took it in a positive way.
He called her ' A Model '.
She interpreted ' An exemplar '.
But he meant ' A Copy '.

Here again comes Mr Nice.
Sighting girls melts like ice.
Again poked his ***** nose.
I think it is time for a dose.

My enemy let us compete,
in game unique, offbeat.

This is my father's vintage gun,
using it we'll have some fun.

Rules of the game let us fix,
bullet is one, chambers are six.

Rotate the chambers putting bullet in one,
where is the bullet will be known to none.

Pointing each one's head in turn,
we'll pull off the trigger one by one.

At the very outset brain can rend
or game can go till the very end.

Six times of nervous ******
is enough to make the projectile burst.

With anguish and pain looser will yell,
very soon his soul will reach fiery hell.

Winner's anger and hate will get a vent,
future will give him enough time to repent.

My enemy let us compete,
in game unique, offbeat.

Wingless yet so high,
flies deep into sky.
Swiftness impossible to match
even edges of time cannot catch.
Within a blink can reach any nation.
Such is my Imagination.

They search my tongue,
individually, old and young.
See my mouth, one by one.
But sadly they find none.
Declare me dumb in turn.
And when all of them return.
I Pull my hand from pocket.
Slowly like bomb or rocket.
I look at right one and smile.

Veil is symbol of strength,
people behind them are not weak.
Enemies are my target with
friends I don't play hide and seek.
Those who follow Prince of
paradise they can always dare.
Quran is the Furqan*, an ancient
book, so common yet so rare.
Friends can always advise,
I know It is not good to have pride.
Your words taken positively,
believers are helpers and guide.
I know very well that world
knows one by one's presentations.
And I am well aware that God
judges one by one's intentions.
But your presentation effects
other's intentions as well.
'Hold to the rope and do not
divide', very loudly I want to tell.
Don't use your color black to
divide and target only color green.
When green is turned red in
black anger needs to be seen.
Let me give strength to your
wings fly high, high, very high.
But very high there is vacuum,
you cannot breathe or sigh.
Check ****** expressions,
in shadows please don't find clues.
Friends may tolerate but
enemies will laugh at your muse.
Surmising eyes in shadows
of a rat may see a bear.
Shadow of a little cat a very
large tiger may appear.
My dear friend don't read
too much between the lines.
let me remove the black clouds,
see the bright sunshine.
My dear friend don't read
too much between the lines.
Let me assure you,
everything is fine.

Never despise any old book.
Never say they are outdated.
It is your restricted outlook.
They are like parents aged.

Never judge it by its covering.
Changes immense it can bring.
Treasures may be hidden inside.
You may find a friend or a guide.

Remove dust, open the pages.
Gems lying inside since ages.
Read once, twice or several times.
Learn something new every-time.

Never despise any old book.
Never say they are outdated.
It is your restricted outlook.
They are like parents aged.

Good morning is what I say
when I reach my office at night.
All my friends and colleagues
look cool and bright.
Till 2 o'clock there is
work, gossip and fun.
After 2, the clock stops
and everyone peeps out for sun.
Bright shining faces
now changes to dull.
Changing environment
makes many lull.
My fatigued eyelids
becomes so heavy.
Now computer appears boring to me,
a computer savvy.
My sleep becomes wild
and starts playing game.
All my efforts with my
sleep goes in vain.
sleep wins the game,
I start my journey from hell to heaven
But a ghost interrupts my journey
with a shout all of a sudden.
I open my eyes to see my TL
who appears so cruel.
It seems he is going to burn me
with fire and fuel.
I put down my head in shame
and wondered why it happened to me.
I remembered, I used to laugh
at a bird who was wild and free.
I was sure it was
the curse of an owl.
It was result of my deeds
now I cannot cry foul.
After sometime sleep decides to play
with TL the same old game.
The result was no different
it was known and same.
My TL falls asleep while
browsing some computer files.
All around the floor
there were giggles and smiles.
All of a sudden he wakes up
as if he has seen some ugly ghost.
In dream TL's boss must have offered
him cockroach sauce and toast.
TL saw my smiles and his glasses
couldn't hide his murderous glares.
He looked at me as if I was a cactus
and made me sit upstairs
I was very careful because
very close TL's boss used to sit
He was a man who never smiled
and was very strict.
A young girl sitting beside me
had frog like bulging eyes
She was very quiet,
looking tired, dull and shy.
Poor innocent girl
repeated the same old mistake
Sleep tricked her,
she couldn't keep herself awake
Next moment there were
scoldings and shouts.
Hapless girl stood stunned
hearing boss's spouts.
If Allah Almighty can listen
to prayers of a bird
Prayers of an anguished heart
is sure to be heard.
Cunning sleep walked
knavishly on the floor.
All around the floor was
audible boss's noisy snores.
Entire floor stood up
to look at him with surprise
He woke-up abruptly
looking around with disgraceful eyes.
The shame was too much
for him to ignore or digest.
Hurriedly he took the keys
of his maroon car and left.

No matter how much I resist.
No matter how much I try.
I can never remain me.
With those I interact with
And all those who pass by,
Leave something of them in me.
But it is not one way round.
In them something of me you'll see.

In sunshine and in rain.
I knocked the door.
Morning and evening.
I knocked the door.
Kept my ego in my pocket;
And I knocked the door.
Kept my self respect in my purse;
And I knocked the door.
Finally when door will open
It will be too late.
Silence will prevail all around;
And I will be found no more.

Hidden ancient treasures,
moments of past so precious.
Mirage in desert, elusive, blurred,
brings emotion unknown, unheard.
Pain and pleasure mingled,
sound unknown in my ears they jingle.

From mountains of time;
Pebbles of moments fell.
Worthless stones I thought.
Flung them far to dispel.

Year after year passed.
Unknown paths I walked.
Came across known environment.
With amazement I gawked.

Stumbled upon those stones.
Pebbles which I threw;
They were precious diamonds.
Then its worth I didn't knew.

O East! you look
with greedy eyes
at treasures of west,
Look at your
treasures in the
eyes of west.

I want to please none;
but only one.

Two options each has given thee.
Let me give you options three.
You can hate me, you can love me,
And you can even ignore me.

Why sun is hiding
behind clouds?
why rain appears
as tears of sky?
why songs of birds
appears so grim?
why colours of
flowers look faded?
why the air
is still?
why thunder is roaring
nightmare lullaby?
why sea is
shouting with sorrow?
why trees are so
quiet and drooped.?
What has happened
to you all?
Or is that me
who is sad?

O Tree of art!
let me give you
ample sunshine.
Let me give you
plenteous water,
I pray you grow
tall and wide,
I pray your branches
grow day and night,
I pray you bear
fruits bright, but
be cautious, make
sure your branches
don't cross boundaries
of sharia, For beyond
its boundaries thier
is blazing hell fire.

Tiger, Tiger they all called him.
Faces marked with smiles grim.
Office buzzed with word tiger, tiger.
He was one but many they were.

Full day continued insincere flattery.
End of month 'twas, day for salary.
Then story took melodramatic turn.
Like tiger he moved, demeanor stern.

Outright he announced party that night.
Everyone attended in clothes bright.
They gossiped, danced and dined.
Happily they all boozed and wined.

He sat like a tiger circled by coterie;
And the total bill was half the salary.
I looked through magnifying glass;
And saw pack of wolves and an ***.

I saw you in widow's eyes.
I heard you in her cries.
I smelt you in wood and fire.
I felt you in funeral pyre.

I saw you sitting on ground.
I heard you in violin's sound.
I smelt you in burning heart.
I felt you in man sitting apart.

I saw you within lost child.
I heard you in his heart wild.
I smelt you in anxious sweat.
I felt you on his cheeks wet.

Not sure if you searched me;
Or somehow I found thee;
Much love for me in you I see.
Now you ever reside in me.

In the streets of Mecca
and Medina I pray I get lost.
Searching my way whole
day in heat I will exhaust.

Who knows after being
much tossed and shoved.
I may find the stepped paths
of my Mustafa beloved.

I'll garland and decorate those
paths with flowers nice;
As those will be paths of
success leading to paradise.__

When sun was shining bright.
I went into the field of corns.
There I saw a tree very large.
Filled with flowers and thorns.

Changed eyes with man on left;
And then carefully saw the tree.
Flowers could not be spotted.
Only thorns appeared to me.

Changed eyes with man on right;
And then carefully saw the tree.
Thorns could not be spotted.
Only flowers appeared to me.

Was that tree really a tree;
Or kind of magic in disguise.
Was that tree really changing;
Or twas due to changing of eyes?

Peeping through my window.
O you playful, ludic moon!
Tomorrow I've to wake early.
I cannot play, leave soon.

Go away! carefree moon.
Put off your assuasive light.
Tomorrow I've to wake early.
I've a meeting with sun bright.

I don't want to close window.
I don't want to be rude.
Tomorrow I've to wake early.
I am not in playful mood.

Hide behind dark clouds;
Or behind mountains steep.
Tomorrow I've to wake early.
I cannot play, let me sleep.

like sun on cloudy day.
Hidden within clouds.
Pain has covered me.
I am hidden in shrouds.

Like shore during tides.
Beneath the rising sea.
Pain has engulfed me.
From head to knee.

Like cloth on rainy day.
With water drenched.
Pain has doused me.
Fully it has clenched.

But never ever pity me.
Please at once refrain.
Pain is very dear to me.
I find pleasure in pain.

Desert of isolation,
sand and cactus,
carcass of imagination,
dead thoughts strewn.
I wander aimlessly,
scorching sun sets,
gentle breeze flows,
soothing moon glimmers,
weather turns mizzly,
desert blooms with
flowers of creativity.
I leave my bed,
sit at the table
with pen and paper.

A bearded Sikh is practicing
his faith, you'll say
but a bearded Muslim is
extremist and has gone astray.
A pious nun can be covered
from head to toe
but a covered Muslim girl
is oppressed you know.
Respect for western woman
when she stays at home to look her child,
same is done by Muslim woman
then from outer world she is exiled.
In schools and colleges
semi **** girls are allowed
but with unjust laws
a covered Muslim girl is scared and cowed.
A Jew kills someone then case
against a criminal is filed.
but when a Muslim does any crime
then Islam goes under trial.
For acts of ******
Christianity is not blamed
then why with every bomb blast
hatred against Islam is flamed.
When a Palestinian takes gun against oppression
terrorist you shout and call
but when blood is spilt for oil and wealth
why your voices are not heard at all.
when an imperfect driver bangs a perfect car
no sane blames the car.
then why for vicious acts of few Muslims
Islam is put behind bars.
O media! O world!
why you hate why you detest.
against this double standards
I voice my strong protest.

Loudly they said, 'from
now onwards we will ignore.'
But I see prying eyes
behind window and door.

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
*********** *****
1. I do call to witness the Resurrection Day;
2. And I do call to witness the self-reproaching spirit: (Eschew Evil) .
3. Does man think that We cannot assemble his bones?
4. Nay, We are able to put together in perfect order the very tips of his fingers.
5. But man wishes to do wrong (even) in the time in front of him.
6. He questions: 'When is the Day of Resurrection? '
7. At length, when the sight is dazed,
8. And the moon is buried in darkness.
9. And the sun and moon are joined together, -
10. That Day will Man say: 'Where is the refuge? '
11. By no means! No place of safety!
12. Before thy Lord (alone) , that Day will be the place of rest.
13. That Day will Man be told (all) that he put forward, and all that he put back.
14. Nay, man will be evidence against himself,
15. Even though he were to put up his excuses.
16. Move not thy tongue concerning the (Qur'an) to make haste therewith.
17. It is for Us to collect it and to promulgate it:
18. But when We have promulgated it, follow thou its recital (as promulgated) :
19. Nay more, it is for Us to explain it (and make it clear) :
20. Nay, (ye men!) but ye love the fleeting life,
21. And leave alone the Hereafter.
22. Some faces, that Day, will beam (in brightness and beauty) : -
23. Looking towards their Lord;
24. And some faces, that Day, will be sad and dismal,
25. In the thought that some back-breaking calamity was about to be inflicted on them;
26. Yea, when (the soul) reaches to the collar-bone (in its exit) ,
27. And there will be a cry, 'Who is a magician (to restore him) ? '
28. And he will conclude that it was (the Time) of Parting;
29. And one leg will be joined with another:
30. That Day the Drive will be (all) to thy Lord!
31. So he gave nothing in charity, nor did he pray! -
32. But on the contrary, he rejected Truth and turned away!
33. Then did he stalk to his family in full conceit!
34. Woe to thee, (O men!) , yea, woe!
35. Again, Woe to thee, (O men!) , yea, woe!
36. Does man think that he will be left uncontrolled, (without purpose) ?
37. Was he not a drop of ***** emitted (in lowly form) ?
38. Then did he become a leech-like clot; then did ((Allah)) make and fashion (him) in due proportion.
39. And of him He made two sexes, male and female.
40. Has not He, (the same) , the power to give life to the dead?

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
*********** *****
1. When the heaven is cleft asunder.
2. And when the stars have fallen and scattered;
3. And when the seas are burst forth;
4. And when the graves are turned upside down (and they bring out their contents)
5. (Then) a person will know what he has sent forward and (what he has) left behind (of good or bad deeds) .
6. O man! What has made you careless concerning your Lord, the Most Generous?
7. Who created you, fashioned you perfectly, and gave you due proportion;
8. In whatever form He willed, He put you together.
9. Nay! But you deny the Recompense (reward for good deeds and punishment for evil deeds) .
10. But verily, over you (are appointed angels in charge of mankind) to watch you,
11. Kiraman (honourable) Katibin writing down (your deeds) ,
12. They know all that you do.
13. Verily, the Abrar (pious and righteous) will be in delight (Paradise):
14. And verily, the Fujjar (the wicked, disbelievers, sinners and evil-doers) will be in the blazing Fire (Hell) ,
15. In which they will enter, and taste its burning flame on the Day of Recompense,
16. And they (Al-Fujjar) will not be absent therefrom (i.e. will not go out from the Hell) .
17. And what will make you know what the Day of Recompense is?
18. Again, what will make you know what the Day of Recompense is?
19. (It will be) the Day when no person shall have power (to do) anything for another, and the Decision, that Day, will be (wholly) with Allah.