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Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 52

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

On your chosen road towards your noble destiny,
Your chosen road may look like a majestic peak,
You may not discover the familiar path from the below,
But there is consistently a possible path above the majestic peak,
You naturally need to climb and see properly by yourself!

On your chosen path you will typically encounter with those,
Who are positively a unholy and a dear saint, each and everyone will;
Naturally direct you diverging the path in many possible directions,
Towards your noble destiny, if you are mystified or undoubtedly lost
Then rest and hold your breath and listen politely to your noble heart!

Listen carefully towards your almighty creator who heartens your dear soul,
He, the specific one who certainly cause you walk, naturally make you climb;
And undoubtedly discover the unknown path above the majestic peaks,
Who divinely revealed the moral truth about the dear saint and wicked to you.

Carefully hold your faith firm and walk towards your noble destiny.
Remember keenly, every noble destiny promptly provide a direct path.
And every chosen path gratefully acknowledges an ultimate end.

Either it’s yours or mine!

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

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 51

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Not too far Nor as well near,
All my path drives towards you,
Every possible path conveys,
A valuable lesson to me.

Either its a eternal love or divine folly
All path, drives towards You’
Oh My Beloved! Oh My Loved One!

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

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 35

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Oh my Creator!As I am the sacred dust,

I am the key part of all visible and invisible cosmos,

Glittering stars and all your divine creation,

But none, can’t be properly formed without your eternal light!

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

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 29

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Maybe, or Maybe not,

You heart holds the unique key.

To your intense desire and sincere passion

All desires and passion ends,

Towards your sincere love,

You naturally need to be wisely deciding,

How to unlock!

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

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 26

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

As a green blossom, I came solemnly from the divine nature of sacred dust,

And flourish the whole garden with my floral scent and sensuous beauty!

But key part of my sacred dust wondrously become a precious vase,

And I ended peacefully up my divine nature Into that precious vase,

Allowed possible life to us by the sacred dust!

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

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Shirley Antonio Feb 2019
I am a pole dancer who knows a lot of  love stories , even more  but than many churches have heard .

And I never felt no one goes quietly when the subject is love no one predicts the disillusion
As no one knows why the disappointment life is mortal but everyone wants to be accepted but and love?

Unfortunately the love I feel for you still is hot in my veins .
I know he still shines inside us
I do not want to be your friend
What do I do with so much love I feel?
I do not want to whistle to the moon
I do not want to be barefoot in Saturn What do I do with the love that I still have for you ?
Blow as the dust?
I can not be your friend
I'd rather wait to  until December over the sun.
I know that everything has the end that lovers can become friends but what do I with love ?
I’ll Use gravity on the sands ...
I’ll Make poetry without senses
I’ll whistle to the moon.  
I’ll go down to the sea
I’ll slide my body over the fire
But...
I do not want to be your friend because
I do not know what to do with the love
That I still have for you.
Katlyn Orthman Feb 2019
It took me a minute
It took me a minute to open up my mind
My hand was shaking
Trembling as it hovered
Right over that rusted, squeaking handle
When my fingertips brushed the cool metal it was rough and rugged
The doors paint chipping away
What used to be bright cherry oak
Was now crumbling
But I was not deterred
I ****** in a deep breath
Gripped that cool metal tightly and twisted
There was loud screech as the once sedentary **** broke back into action
As I pushed open the door
It was dusty and burned my eyes and filled my lungs with jmpurities
It was troubling to look past the fog it had created
Old debris and dirt particles danced and twirled in the air as it descended back down to the creaking floor boards
I recall how quiet it was in that room
Lacking windows and furniture
Lacking security and confidence
But I was determined
I slipped on my blue gloves
A snap against skin like a war cry
I was ready to begin
I started by dusting the corners, then the walls
I swept the floor with gusto and will
I envisioned that room spotless
I envisioned windows filing that room with sunlight
I envisioned music playing soft tunes that pulled your body into rhythmic motion
I envisioned that room filled with people that I love
I envisioned us smiling, laughing
Pure moments of humanity shining in and brushing my skin with its warmth
Once the festivities come to end
I envisioned that room bright with the moonlights company
Until morning when sun rises and fills the room once again
This room represents my mind, and the much needed cleaning it needs of all the negativity that I've allowed to clutter it.
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 6

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

In the autumn winter, under the dull moon,
Near the rosarium garden, there is place where I can rest,

In dull moon, Beetle glitter their lights, and decorate the garden like shiny stars in the open sky,

Roses sprays their odour to perceive the fragrance of heaven’s.

Let me rest peacefully, besides my Beloved,

No any other thoughts, Waiting for his presence in my heart and soul!

Who is my Loved one! Who is my Beloved!

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

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Tiger Striped Nov 2019
This existence is but a breath
vapor drifting past the lips of
life:
a Secret kept obstructed,
eclipsed by perennial paradigms
mutinous Mobs snuffed
out by the wind
a broken Hourglass, the
Sand seeping through the
cracks in the door
the Dust on the floor,
flattened by footprints beyond
differentiation
a Conflagration quenched as
soon as it catches
by the swelling tides of time.
Whether we're cursed or
self-destructive, our
affinity for chaos will
unravel our transcendent, twisted cataclysm before
we ever know our
beginnings and endings.
Shofi Ahmed Jan 2019
A man and a woman can art
their most secret way through  
from a speck of dust to heaven.

Or they can walk the walks together
living the daily hourglass ever closer.
But only to fall apart in the end
without finding an edge for themselves!

It can do heaven descends in dust
or not even in the gold it's never found.
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