Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 63
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem The Life, its kindof a board game, Ultimate victory and imminent defeat Are equal to both key players. Good actions and bad deeds Both stay morally a key player May be differing but both are equal. One who acts smartly he instantly wins One who doesn't he looses, at the distinct end; Both stay in same board! Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan. ©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Roses are red,
violets are blue. I have ten fingers, and so do you. Use them well and be useful. Use them for good deeds. Use them to plant kindness out of a small seed.
How ironic that we cast stones
At a man that looks like us Not physically But in actions and deeds It's much easier to see another's misdeeds Even though, we are planting similar seeds But ours, we wouldn't see Isn't that hypocrisy? I suggest we drop our stones And pick up a mirror Some of us have beams in our eyes And our hearts are waxing colder than ice
Lost, can you find me?
I can't find myself I thought this was going to be easier It's just a living **** There is no sense to it Because just when you think You've discovered who you are You're back on the brink Am I me and why am I here? Don't tell me how to live Don't come near Stay in your place, lest you have something to give I was young and couldn't find me I was older, still not to be found I am middle-aged and where am I? Next stop is the ground Is it possible to ever know? Just who you are? I despise those who think they know I hear them near and far Maybe it's because they don't see what is there Can you not see that nobody cares? What do you live for, now give it back What you think you have is not yours There is hope some say I'd like to see it I'd like to be it I wish it were true The truth is there's no hope For me or for you Will I answer for my worldly deeds? It depends on who you ask, I'm still in the weeds Some of my friends know the truth Or so I should say Because they are not here But dead on this day They know if there's heaven They know if there's God Some say I'm hellbound for asking Isn't that odd? For if He exists And He may or may not He's left only traces That's really all we've got So I remain lost Each day is just a maze I'm a living ghost Floundering about in a daze
Shattered frames of ashes and dust
Remnants of our deeds, Like the fruitful tree in August Unaware of its seeds. Claiming to be intellectuals Ravaging on the weak, Tied down by our own rituals And the words we do not speak. Divided by our views Fake is what we feed, Battered and bruised We watch as we bleed. Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.
Hello there, it feels good to write something after a long time. Hope you like it. Cheers!
You live to be gold -
your blood, veins, nerves, heart, thoughts, deeds - or just gold-plated.
So that music and poetry may speak Let it grow and flow To the rhythm of its own beat Love with no filter For the world is in dire need Be kind and find The wonders that arise from a good deed
We should all strive to just "Do Better", not only for our own well being but also for the world around us!
Great choices make ok stories.
Terrible choices make better stories.
Why is it that when someone messes up, that it ends up being betterto read about , so much so that their good deeds end up being overlooked?
Seriously... Lyn ***
Stop tracing my heart,
With your ***** finger I smell blood, on your murderous hands Get out of my face, You don't belong here Your breath smells like of dead Leave me alone, I owe nothing to a freezed mind Not even good words of wisdom Reap your deeds, Screams, begging and hurts Is all I hear, from your silent posture How many deaths, And whose paying for all this kills It's all noted, in the hells receipt Payback time will come, Your screams and moans Will never be enough for those souls... ©sim
Spilling thoughts and imagination. Tho, monsters like this exist in our society. Keep yourself and loved one safe.