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Badshah Khan Mar 1
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.
Gods1son Jan 15
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
Scot Oct 2018
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
Tanay Sengupta Oct 2018
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.
Broken Arpeggio Sep 2018
Create fearlessly
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!
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
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 ***
Seema Jul 2018
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.
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