Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 43
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
There are naturally no specific causes for sincere love.
Sincere love is virtuous, as an Eternal light of his Divine Creator.
Sincere love is uniquely Noble, as His Own Creation.
Nor’ it’s eagerly evaluating proper time.
Nor’ it’s naturally seeking any rind.
Love offer life to my Noble Soul,
To merge seamlessly in His eternal love.
Nor’ there is rightfully an another divine creation like Him.
Nor’ there is wisely any ultimate end apart from Him.
Sincere love is eternal, as he himself is sincerely love.
Who do I declare heartily him as my Beloved!
He undoubtedly defies the key reason of my poetic creation.
And He will properly represent the ultimate end;
of my own creation; He is refined and He is noble.
Have a look in my glittering eyes; I am naturally in sincere love.
I seamlessly merge my stable core with my loved one.
Who is undoubtedly my Beloved!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
In darkness I wandered
frightened and scared
a smell so strong
as I inhaled
the room was wet
with pillars around
I chased to catch
the hollow sound
no matter where I
went and stand
the world it seemed
away and expand
heart it beats like
last of its breath
no one to hold me
save me from death
something strange did I see
as it came embracing me
kind eyes, warm touch
I melt and merge!
I melt and merge!
A praying mantis,
After playing the part of leaf,
Koel’s song merges with
Musky scent of mango bloom;
My heart lunges up!
If i stick to the wall
With every part of my soul
Would it be
To merge these feelings
Don't you notice how when I hug you I hesitate to let go , this is because in that exact moment everything f
away and I am attached to you , like our emotional connection becomes visible and I do not let go because I do not want that integration to deform.
The star splits
Into numerous fragments
As per the will of heavens
The fragments awaken
And choose their possessors
Merging with their hearts
A new power inside them arise
Third part of poem angel
A poem with various interpretations.
Though I'm writing it as a story but still it have many meanings and it means what you understand out of it.
Other parts coming soon...
Fifteen points of light,
no matter which order counted,
fifteen points of light become one.
A year of rigor,
well documented flash and swords,
become grainy, a grid near thin smiles.
Bring to me that germ, speak with me and smile.
Regulator of past or present.
Sympathetic magic, dry bones.
Roots of the low density mountain.
Effigies or in ****** form?
This office, without light.
Movement in the belt of crust.
A breath moves, another escapes.
Fifteen points of light removed.
Pony trick. Oats I trade for honey.
Hoarse electric wind, not cooling hotter rocks.
Stirring years. l'Enfer
Maybe this page is turned then torn.
(listen now as these seconds vanish)
Avec un lourd trophée à son bras puéril,
man removes himself, others follow.
22. Parsifal by Paul Verlaine V. 8