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Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 9

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

The Noble descendant’ always finds its roots towards his Noble descendants!

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

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Jessie Schwartz Feb 2018
Kith and Kin…by Jessie 12/05

Thicken fog on a Scottish moor; names of past called out
McClure clan in black watch kilts; ghost that stroll the hills
The night so dark; the moon asleep;
A trek imprinted in every mind
A walk taken year by year, since the start of time
Candles lit to mark each name, and cut the congealed vale
Faces glow; in each eye a tear, as the generations kneel
Thirty years times thirty, now to present day
Kith and kin, circle round the McClure stone to pray
Every eve upon this date, the ritual of names
The list is read from first to end; then passed and read again
From the oldest man to the youngest child, the names will pass each lip
Then the McClure goblet, passed around, from which all descendants sip
Once every name is read aloud: the empty goblet turned
The sheep skin parchment tightly rolled then tucked within its sheath
Placed within the wood carved box; another year to keep
A tear is wiped, the flames extinguished; all receive a hug
Quietly, all’s disbursed; single file they leave
Nary another word is said
The long trek back, is for the clan, to reminisce and grieve
Äŧül Dec 2016
My parents have been making a fortune,
Decent enough for my survival in future,
If in case I am rendered disabled ever.
But if I am not going to be disabled ever,
The heirloom will surely remain heirless,
I am scared of a prospective partner.
Rather live alone than getting ditched,
Ditched by inferior heartless humans,
I prefer leaving a heirless heirloom.
HP Poem #1320
©Atul Kaushal
You bleed it out and let it drip down
The body that is left
tortured by the sorrows of
a fool who's life transgressed
I can see the wounds are left open
though that isn't what you said
You carry on thinking you're healing
but you're leaving a trail of death

On golden shining days, you can see the light
But when it comes, the storm you ride you let it sweep you away
Oh I want to find a way to tear open the sky
To show you all there are no strings
You can live your life

Oh I need control
So I think I won't lose my soul
to the nothing I can't see
why are they looking at me
Oh I need control

A time will come when you realize
You're wasting precious time
Speaking out about the change that's hindered by your breath
I don't know if anyone's told you but I feel you won't accept
That the broken ones can only stay broken
if you blame somebody else

On golden shining days, you can see the light
But when it comes, the storm you ride you let it sweep you away
Oh I want to find a way to tear open the sky
To show you all there are no strings
You can live your life

Oh I need control
So I think I won't lose my soul
to the nothing I can't see
why are they looking at me
Oh I need control

Love, La La, Love, La La Love, La La Love

No I won't let it go
not until my grave
that's what they say
So Show go on and show
Show off your pride
See what that does for you
7TimeToHarmonize7
Yasha Harkness Jun 2015
when I die
I'd like my ashes to be made into a diamond.
that way when the jeweler shapes it and sets it in a pretty ring for my beloved's grandchildren/descendants
that will be a better rendition of me,
a properly shaped, smoothed and polished human-that-was.
I like to think all the bad qualities I know I possess would be pared down to a socially acceptable version of me that you would, finally, be proud of.

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