Swept up in summoned motions

Winds stir stagnant emotions

Slurp down that potion of brewed dreams

having steeped long enough, visions edge to burst the seams

Kaleidoscopic undercurrents break the shore

with it a myriad of misty rains pour

refrain from thwarting these divine schemes

failure wont override on the premise of faulty genes

lingering faith saunters with me on this path

without valor, I risk a skewed aftermath

so here I am kicking my feet up to float the waves of spirit

may our shores harmonize,darling dearest

Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 74

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Either the divine nature or five key elements
What I carefully designed never sees the difference
Between the mortal and divine nature.

Oh you the devout believer and non-believer
Who are you? To religiously observe
the potential difference in between you?

I, here to divinely reveal you
the eternal truth, As your divine creator!
I undoubtedly stand, As your independent reviewer.

Don't judge in between yourself,
And I undoubtedly do!
Faithfully follow the eternal truth.

Which ordinarily reside in your loyal heart.
Indeed the heart set in liberal side,
But habitually reveal the Ultimate Truth!

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

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019

Twisting, turning, churning, swirling
My heart is a maelstrom
Consuming emotion
Twisting endlessly  
Swirling perpetually  
Tossing on the water
A beautiful, impassioned, blue maelstrom.

Twisting, turning, churning, swirling  
My heart is a leaf
Consuming peace
Hovering incessantly
Soaring tirelessly  
Tossing in the wind  
A beautiful, tranquil, green leaf.

Twisting, turning, churning, swirling
My heart is a blaze  
Consuming wrath
Flaming constantly  
Combusting continualy  
Tossing in the fire
A beautiful, violent, red, blaze

Twisting, turning, churning, swirling,
My heart is a stone
Consuming structure  
Tumbling boundlessly
Crumbling unendingly  
Tossing on the earth
A beautiful, exact, brown, stone.

What can you hold,
with hands made of fire?
Attempting to warm
those lost in the cold;
pining to dispel
the darkest hallways.
Do I help,
or do I harm?
While intending
to inspire...
am I setting lives
on fire..?
Lonesome embers
leaping from my lips
and fingertips
of flint and steel...
should I keep them
to myself?

Passion spreads
like a forest fire,
Forgive me
if it burns,
I have so much
left to learn.