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MdAsadullah Dec 2014
My presence makes
the wall more thicker.
My presence makes
the wall more bigger.

Wanted to give strength
to truth's hammer.
But instead hammer
was becoming weaker.

Let me go away from
truth's hammer and wall.
You all alone with hammer
and wall grown so tall.

Time will pass quickly
and wall will not grow tall.
One day you'll pick the
hammer and wall will fall.
MdAsadullah Dec 2014
Flowers stay away from my path.
Thorns is what I want on my track.
That is the only way to my destination.
MdAsadullah Nov 2014
I earned, earned and earned;
And thought I was wealthiest of them all;
But a wealthy wealthier then me stood tall.

Again
I earned, earned and earned;
And thought I was wealthiest of them all;
But again a wealthy wealthier then me stood tall.

Again
I earned, earned and earned;
And thought I was wealthiest of them all;
But again a wealthy wealthier then me stood tall.

And then
I learned, learned and learned;
Let the greed of wealth from my head fall;
And now I am wealthiest of them all, standing tall.
Greedy and materialistic people are poor !
MdAsadullah Mar 2018
Jittery blood in my veins.
Violently pulsating heart.
Anxious thoughts jam-packed.
Will my head rip apart?

Smile miles away from lips.
Big vaccum in my chest.
Weak body much exhausted.
Fragile brain is so stressed.

Eyes holding sudden flood.
Echoes of familiar sound.
Scenes of past flash by.
Nostalgic vibes all around.

I am not me, I am not me.
What has happened to me?
MdAsadullah Dec 2014
A curious child asked ' what is life? '
I ignored with a smile dainty, nice.
' What is life? ', ' what is life? '
Pulling my shirt child asked twice.

I took dust from ground.
And flew it in the sky.
Took him close to the ocean.
And flung a droplet nigh.

Showed leaves green on tree.
And how yellow beneath soughed.
Showed the smoke flying high.
And how it vanished into the cloud.

For a child answer was concise.
And I thought it would suffice.
MdAsadullah Nov 2014
Where are you my love, where are you?
A strange unknown beauty in my dreams,
blinding yet soothing rays from her beams.
Words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers,
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my love, where are you?

I hear her faint voice amidst thunder and clouds,
a being so enigmatic yet alluring behind black shrouds.
Words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers,
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my love, where are you?

Sound of waves cannot subdue her feeble enchanting call,
mesmerized and hypnotized, I act like a thrall.
Words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers,
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my love, where are you?

Sounds of forest whithin fog and hills so intriguing,
but her sound, frail yet so distinct and enthralling.
Words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers,
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my love, where are you?

Now she has become my ultimate desire,
she is burning in me like wildfire.
Words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers,
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my love, where are you?

Ruined, with sword, green turban, clothes stained in blood and dirt.
I'll wait for you in a dangerous yet fascinating desert,
words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my love, where are you?

We will meet together with a long awaited kiss,
together we will head towards the land of eternal bliss.
words of beauty and pulchritude she whispers
words so perplexing yet that of augurs.

Where are you my DEATH, where are you?
MdAsadullah Nov 2014
Who are they? Who are they?
Why all these fights, why this fray?
Why innocents are killed, why they are displaced?
Why minorities are ill treated, why they are chased?

Who are they? who are they?
Are they pawns of puppets, who is funding? , who pays?
Do they want to stop revolutions, are they against democracy.
Is it true that puppet dictators are behind the conspiracy?

Who are they? Who are they?
Freedom fighters at times, At times criminal they portray.
Why this sectarian violence, why policy of 'divide and rule'?
Are they collaborators of oil thieves, are they their tool?

Who are they? Who are they?
God knows best but they don't follow prophet's way.
Their actions are criminal and this is the fact.
I just don't like them, I condemn their act.
How our beloved Prophet treated the minorities: - -

(http: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Achtiname_of_Muhammad)

From the above link: -
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English Translation of the Ashtiname by Richard Peacocke[edit]
Muhammad the son of ‘Abd Allah, the Messenger of Allah, and careful guardian of the whole world; has wrote the present instrument to all those who are in his national people, and of his own religion, as a secure and positive promise to be accomplished to the Christian nation, and relations of the Nazarene, whosoever they may be, whether they be the noble or the ******, the honorable or otherwise, saying thus.I. Whosoever of my nation shall presume to break my promise and oath, which is contained in this present agreement, destroys the promise of God, acts contrary to the oath, and will be a resister of the faith, (which God forbid) for he becomes worthy of the curse, whether he be the King himself, or a poor man, or whatever person he may be.
That whenever any of the monks in his travels shall happen to settle upon any mountain, hill, village, or other habitable place, on the sea, or in deserts, or in any convent, church, or house of prayer, I shall be in the midst of them, as the preserver and protector of them, their goods and effects, with my soul, aid, and protection, jointly with all my national people; because they are a part of my own people, and an honor to me.
Moreover, I command all officers not to require any poll-tax on them, or any other tribute, because they shall not be forced or compelled to anything of this kind.
None shall presume to change their judges or governors, but they shall remain in their office, without being deported.
No one shall ****** them when they are travelling on the road.
Whatever churches they are possessed of, no one is to deprive them of them.
Whosoever shall annul any of one of these my decrees, let him know positively that he annuls the ordinance of God.
Moreover, neither their judges, governors, monks, servants, disciples, or any others depending on them, shall pay any poll-tax, or be molested on that account, because I am their protector, wherever they shall be, either by land or sea, east or west, north or south; because both they and all that belong to them are included in this my promissory oath and patent.
And of those that live quietly and solitary upon the mountains, they shall exact neither poll-tax nor tithes from their incomes, neither shall any Muslim partake of what they have; for they labor only to maintain themselves.
Whenever the crop of the earth shall be plentiful in its due time, the inhabitants shall be obliged out of every bushel to give them a certain measure.
Neither in time of war shall they take them out of their habitations, nor compel them to go to the wars, nor even then shall they require of them any poll-tax.
In these eleven chapters is to be found whatever relates to the monks, as to the remaining seven chapters, they direct what relates to every Christian.
Those Christians who are inhabitants, and with their riches and traffic are able to pay the poll-tax, shall pay no more than twelve drachms.
Excepting this, nothing shall be required of them, according to the express order of God, that says, ‘Do not ****** those that have a veneration for the books that are sent from God, but rather in a kind manner give of your good things to them, and converse with them, and hinder everyone from molesting them' [29: 46].
If a Christian woman shall happen to marry a Muslim man, the Muslim shall not cross the inclination of his wife, to keep her from her church and prayers, and the practice of her religion.
That no person hinder them from repairing their churches.
Whosoever acts contrary to my grant, or gives credit to anything contrary to it, becomes truly an apostate to God, and to his divine apostle, because this protection I have granted to them according to this promise.
No one shall bear arms against them, but, on the contrary, the Muslims shall wage war for them.
And by this I ordain, that none of my nation shall presume to do or act contrary to this my promise, until the end of the world.
MdAsadullah Dec 2014
Why I've reached my
destination so late,
should I blame
myself or my fate.
So early I
left my abode
and took the
desired road.
Walked relentlessly
through sunshine and fog
but with stone I chased
every barking dog.
MdAsadullah Dec 2014
A widow in her fifties she was.
Lived in petty hut made out of straws.
Had no relatives dwelt all alone.
Only neighbours were her own.

Loved much her neighbour's child.
Cute little girl, dulcet and mild.
Twas little girl's birthday that day.
Widow was very glad and gay.

Birthday party was held that night.
She waited if someone would invite.
One by one invitees were coming.
With guests house was humming.

Lonely Widow waited in togs bright.
Gazed at house adorned with lights.
Poor woman! her wait had no end.
looking at house hours she spend.

When guests started coming out;
Wait was over and there was no doubt.
She stood and took a breath deep;
And walked towards her bed to sleep.
MdAsadullah Aug 2015
O you sparkling , bubbling teen.
O you  adolescent unwise, green.
Time has acquired wisdom in piles.
It is for all immature juveniles.

But wisdom is a thing much valued;
And time is also a merchant shrewd.
To get wisdom a lot it'll make you pay.
Your Youth it'll take n hair will turn gray.
wisdom adolescent Youth gray
MdAsadullah Dec 2014
Wise men if you've time to listen.
Don't ever think I want to frighten.
Words of wisdom I'd like to share.
Words very unpleasant may appear.

If you are alive in the morning.
Will you be alive till evening?
And If you are alive in the evening.
Will you be alive till morning?

So make most of your health;
Before sickness takes your health;
And take most from your life;
Before with death you have a strife.
MdAsadullah Aug 2015
Shaped by my tongue,
controlled by my mind;
They were my captives,
limbless and blind.


But one by one my tongue
they all escaped;
Took huge and varied
forms while I gaped.


They stood firmly,
demeanor bold and brave.
Now they were the masters
and I was the slave.

MdAsadullah Dec 2014
It is so very easy to quote
Muhammad, Jesus and Moses.*
It is so very easy to utter
words filled with fragrant roses.
But it is just not enough, things
one says one needs to do.
Words needs to be put into
action if one is really true.
*Peace be upon them all.
MdAsadullah Dec 2014
Yes I confess, yes I agree
that I love to play with fire.
I am well aware that it can
lead to consequences dire.
Yes I know you all love me
but you all are afraid of fire.
I know that you know truth
but danger you don't aspire.
I don't blame if you all don't
want a route through fire.
Your destination through
path rosy you could acquire.
While playing I've burnt all
my dreams all my desires.
My affinity my attraction is
only and only blazing fire.
And if by chance while
playing with fire I am set afire.
And if unexpectedly I turn into
ashes by dangerous fire.
Throw it in oceans, blow it
with winds, scatter it in deserts.
Before with worldly filth and
dirt the ashes are bemired.
So that Haply some explorer
may find the truth I've found.
So that someone may smell
the truth which I've smelled.
So that some thirsty in mirage
may see the truth I've seen.
MdAsadullah Dec 2014
Yesterday my childhood came.
Playing and jumping around.
Unburdened, without any aim.
I kept on looking, spellbound.

With half eaten oblong eclair.
He ran after the goats herd.
Stopped to look at the hare.
And scared the tiny blue bird.

He moved slily to catch butterflies.
And plucked flowers from a tree.
I kept looking with yearning eyes.
Baffled, surprised he looked at me.

He ran towards the narrow ravine.
And disappeared into bushes green.
MdAsadullah Dec 2014
Yesterday night I was there on a bus.
Road was jammed and was a muss.
Bus was empty, travelers were few.
Amidst the jam it crawled through.

Soon I got curious about two old chaps;
Sitting on seats marked 'for handicaps'.
They were different from common folk.
Without making any sound they spoke.

To talk some sign language they used.
I didn't understand and was confused.
Different ****** expression they made.
Lips and hands moved, heads swayed.

With hand they wrote on other's hand.
They savvied but I didn't understand.
On the next stoppage halted the bus.
Holding each other both left without fuss.

I looked but my vision came to a naught;
Mind got occupied with their thought.
Many languages recognized and known.
But their language had beauty of its own.

— The End —