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Badshah Khan Feb 11
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 45

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Either Divine Wisdom or Unique Knowledge
Either Eternal Love or My Beloved!
If I sincerely desire it for my gentle soul
I must properly obtain it myself,
With my sincere submission.

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

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Meg Feb 8
you told me i was gentle
a reed in a world of sharp swords
malleable and wavering
breakable

you told me i was vulnerable
a grain of sand
pulled along with the stream
unable to swim against the current
for fear of making waves

you told me i was sensitive
a petal in the clammy palm of a child
who could not resist the temptation
of pulling apart a flower
so delicate and sweet

this was my weakness
my weak-ness

i became a sword
cold and unfeeling  
wielded by an
unbreakable insecurity

i became the moon
bending the tide to my will
uprooting the silt
upon which it sits

i became a wasp
a parasite
feeding from flowers
that so naively welcomed me in

or so i supposed
i suppose

i endured them
the swords my mother warned me against
the currents that drag  
down down down
the wasps that hunt and hurt
with their poisonous sting

and with dismay
and with relief
i was gentle
to be gentle is not to be vulnerable
it is granting others the freedom to be so
all i have is gentle sadness
to ease my pain
singing songs and
watching rain
wish i had you
to hold
but i’m alone
and i'm
so
cold
Her gentle eyes like
mirrors
reflected the amber brilliant
flame
Happiness in her smile
glows.

Sweet laughter drips from
her lips.

Warmth & comfort in
her hands.

Language is but a small
barrier
easily
hurtled
by laughter & joyous
eyes.
Seanathon Jan 6
Gentle trees
Harsh Winters
And the mulberry sunlit rays between

Fall down on me like splintering pines
Though the winter scolds
God save the gentle trees
God save them still. Forever the noise of these.
And I'll gladly sit there
in that tacky chair
and bleed out for an eternity

To watch that woman
laugh freely and smile
open and relaxed

All night
and then I'd remember
I'm hers, and she's mine

And I'm so lucky
that she's soft and gentle with me
for surely I'd die in that seat otherwise
Dedicated to everyone, you're all so beautiful.
newpoetica Dec 2018
lift me up higher,

to a place where i can touch the heavens

if not the heavens, then at least the stars

if not the stars, then the clouds could do

if not the clouds, then you should not

you should not lift me up,

instead put me down,

if you should choose to put me down darling,

all i ask is that you do so,

you should do so gently.
Ivy Dec 2018
Just like clouds on a rainy day
your gentle words fade away
your letters fade from black to grey
your smile slowly fades away
and one day you will also-
fade away
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