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Max Mar 2019
Feel like the world is frozen, and I'm too hot for the ice to stand on and therefore I'm melting my way to the core of it all.
Badshah Khan Mar 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 66

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

I humbly admit myself towards You.
You are acutely aware what I carefully tend;
In eager search of my active core.

Therefore, what I eagerly desire from you!
As you are accurately familiar of all notable,
Oh The Knower of the Hidden (Al Batin)!

Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan
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Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Leal Knowone Mar 2019
The things she says in her sorrow stretch on till morrow.
Emotions bend, bow, and break, shaking her to the core.
She says love is lost, but she loves everyday.
She says love is an elusory thing, but she long to grasp it, and hold it close, close to her heart she feels is blackened with decay, yet it pump blood through her beautiful veins.
Yes in the poem I wanted to use elusory not illusory in this poem
Uanne Feb 2019
Just LOVE as this is your purpose
Just ‎LOVE as this is your only option and reason
Just ‎LOVE and appreciate every little things
Just ‎LOVE ‎even if they are difficult to love
Just ‎LOVE ‎even if they will never love us back
Just ‎LOVE and heal all the wounds
Just ‎LOVE ‎even if its painful
Just ‎LOVE and trust the process
Just LOVE and share your gift and passion
Just ‎LOVE and see the beauty beyond imperfection
Just ‎LOVE and forgive
Just ‎LOVE and never get tired
Just LOVE because he loved us first.

Just LOVE And let LOVE be our CORE.
"Fall in love,  stay in love and it will decide everything." - Fr.  Pedro Arrupe SJ

09.01.18
Virginia Giglio Feb 2019
When all else is gone,
When I can’t hear the song,
And I must close my eyes,
Something inside cries
“It’s me! I’m here!
In a place without fear,
I’m the voice of love,
Sweet as heaven above.
Love is me, the real me.”
Me. Really.

Virginia Giglio
February 2019
A Simillacrum Feb 2019
Best movements made are subtle.
Years, been record needle down.
Embrace the rubber ring
king of the loop.
Stuck in spin, too.

Spent, cored, spun,
inside the toilet.
Spent, cored, spun,
inside the toilet bowl.

A format, everlasting --
   good!
A poet, ******* banality,
   out of steam.

Cored, spun, and bored,
skimming porcelain.
Cored, spun, and bored,
kissing porcelain.
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 43

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

There are naturally no specific causes for sincere love.

Sincere love is virtuous, as an Eternal light of his Divine Creator.

Sincere love is uniquely Noble, as His Own Creation.


Nor’ it’s eagerly evaluating proper time.

Nor’ it’s naturally seeking any rind.

Love offer life to my Noble Soul,

To merge seamlessly in His eternal love.


Nor’ there is rightfully an another divine creation like Him.

Nor’ there is wisely any ultimate end apart from Him.

Sincere love is eternal, as he himself is sincerely love.

Who do I declare heartily him as my Beloved!


He undoubtedly defies the key reason of my poetic creation.

And He will properly represent the ultimate end;

of my own creation; He is refined and He is noble.


Have a look in my glittering eyes; I am naturally in sincere love.

I seamlessly merge my stable core with my loved one.

Who is undoubtedly my Beloved!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.

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Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
amuba Jan 2019
The things we thrive for,
Premium wine and solid gold;
Old and wise rare, deep to the core;
All in our hands, warm or cold!
Our fate lies in our hands, this very hands are powerful and knows no bounds when we are ready to believe
Kiara Hoxie Jan 2019
The child holds in their hand a stunning flower
Beautiful, exotic and rare
They pull the glowing flower apart in a colorful shower
The soft, velvety petals rip and tear
Fluttering slowly to the ground
The bright pieces stand out against the gloomy floor
No one can hear the flower's silent screeching sound
Of being ripped from the core
The wind blows the fading petals into the dark abyss
The child tosses the stem aside, and skips away in bliss
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