Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 55
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem I sincerely want to be dearly loved by someone, Through their loyal heart, as being myself' Who can fondly seize me in their steady heart, As being myself in their divine soul! Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan. ©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Hour glass sands drift
swirling, spinning, ingrained with memories. Time to let year go to new mission of love and SEIZE, TASTE, AND EVOLVE, The stage is primed for your dancing steps. where anything is possible for 2019 and on. SEIZE IT. EMBRACE IT. REVEL IN IT. with laughter... with mettle in day. Hour glass crystals surround tickling senses TO CATCH. TO SING. TO PLAY. Take chances to seizing the heartbeats to climb its cords. ECHOE IT. VIBRATE IT. BE IT. Nothing can stand in your way with your dreams, beauty and prayers. Seize the day SEIZE IT. SHAPE IT. LIVE IT. LET YOUR SOUL SHINE IN 2019
You and your soul deserves,
the harmony that comes from aligning believing trusting crawling singing dancing crying laughing and celebrating NO ONE IS BETTER THAN YOU.
When the books of bold close cold on you
And the results bend nether way With a hopeful truth speak Carpe diem Don’t wait to seize the day When the months of old turn back to you And the dew of springtime stays With your shoulders shake the dawn anew In the chaos find a way When you’re home to pass midst summers last And the memories fade away Speak Carpe diem non differas Don’t wait to seize the day When your merit is tested on the field And the court of your kingdom sways When your trialed life becomes the sim In the chaos find a way Because you’ll never have what you have now And no time will ever stay This precious, blessed, life to pass Don’t wait to seize the day
I encourage you, don't wait!
You draw me gently near
Letting me know I have nothing to fear Your touch soothing as a breeze You've set my beating heart at ease But before I was so close to you A bridge had to be set To link our great divide Yes it was you Who paid my debt And sent Your Son who died It was Him they did seize When it should've been me Twasn't but ordinary fees But still You thought it worth your Son to save humanity
It's a trip it really is.
Intention is a trip. It really is. It's something you are. You're a creator. You created it all. It's self respect in you.
As a mortal you will die;
in exchange, a chance at life. Though it is not guaranteed, moments, are odds to be seized.
The cruel boy will not giggle
Or the cold-hearted harpy Must crusade on the street She will seize. She will finally speak in the summer She shall flare with the lovestruck traveler She will flounder She shall not seize on a cloudy day She shall strike
a piece I wrote a year ago and just found again. I absolutely dont remember writing it.