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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)
kiran goswami Feb 2019
Sin
She smelled like 'sin',
and
He was known as 'The Saint'.
j Jan 2019
if love was a sin,
would you be
sorry?
would you repent
on your
wrongdoings
and have no face
to turn
to God
when the time
comes?

would you
stay a sinner
forever
to hold on
to one person,
or object, or
a happening, to say the least,
whatever your affections
desire for?

or do you
become a saint,
bend your
promises
into a halo,
and throw
your sharp horns
like a dagger
in one's chest?

if love was a sin,
the devil
would be ashamed
for all the faults I bear.
i'd be in my own
flames,
and my promises
in my own
tail.
Anthony Mayfield Jan 2019
They think I'm rich
They think I'm wealthy
They think I'm a saint
That I'm healthy
They think that they know
What it means to be me
Oh no
No they don't understand me
Not at all

They think I'm lost
They think I'm drifting
They think I've no cause
That I'm sinking
They think that they can see
What it means to be me
But they can't even see me
Oh no
No they don't understand me
Not at all
Not at all
Bernice Helena Dec 2018
Where do I even begin?
An attraction like sin,
Further into this web, I spin.

Clawing out of the dark,
From the hollows of my heart,
Reaching out for your spark.

These words are not untold,
Born from smears of gold,
Right there for you to unfold.

Perhaps they were too opaque;
Just another one of my mistakes,
Letting the sun's rays pave my way.
Live for yourself before others.
Max Dec 2018
Rather be a sinner
Than
A saint.
While the sinner
Always wins

Somehow!
Sometimes it feels like bad people get the best things, and then wonder why the hell nice people don't get those things..
Bernice Helena Dec 2018
In a cold passion,
I picture your face -
A ring of yellow carnations
Like the sun, so desirable
In its vicious brilliance,
Took all sight from my eyes.
You've blinded me so your darkness I pray to unknow.
Claudia Jimenez Nov 2018
An introverted saint

An introverted saint named after a saint
Who died for rebirth of faith
A ******* is very intuitive and alive
Like poem
But that’s not who you really are
You are running away from your past
Your pain you took risk to give rot to a friend’s innocent body without why

The way it glows how the light holds you in silence, taking care of you
Experience the energy of where all life began when you met a friend

And yet you keep it so close to you
So you don’t have to be afraid of who you are... you might lose your mind you refuses to take it factual. A ******* wants to spend the cell with who he is.

A ******* sees an angel for the first time is a friend when he told a friend is an angel without a *******’s feeling in unclearly to complete desirable to be aware
Know your purpose feel your birth
Hear at first faintly then distinctly is a friend’s a state of harmony
The sweet strains of our union
Our friendship heats up the cold universe,
And give your tired desperate heart you lost your introversive
Purified by our kisses, are eternally healed.
It’s destiny by the way it’s weird feeling
It is magic?

A ******* is a weak man that he is extremely hazy
the way narcissism made him lack.

Your brilliance
Your heart is very weak because of flattery
You are not afraid in the world you get hidden away from a friend’s sight as light that from your introversion compare with extrovert in experience
But you can’t cook to save your life for who you are, you are so desperately to erase in anything with good thing come in your timeline to move to make sure you are safely where your home is with you
To believe in something that’s all around us
But hidden from our sight
The gift of the faith that destiny is willing to create us to be purpose to meet in happenstance that who we are
Life can be kind and zealous

Because you are beautiful. —They move me.

An introverted saint
I wanted to let it go our past drunken mistake we did thing to us we didn’t realize we lost our souls and friendships and my trauma
Darina Forgacova Oct 2018
I want you think about the beauty
Flowers have variety of colors
You can smell their endeavor
Woman and flower are couple
Infinite couple who brings us new life
They both do the same

Nature wanted them so connected
Flowers and woman similar acted
For years
To be beautiful and stunning
It is a saint pattern in us
To bring us new life
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