#rubaiyat
هر موج نگاه و خنده ها زیبا است
از یار سخن لب شفا زیبا است
ای دوست چه عجب که بیوفا زیبا است
این عشق و حال مبتلا زیبا است
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 9:02 AM UTC
Rubaiyat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 7
BismillahIr Rahman Raheem
Oh E’ilahi’ (Creator most loved one) (Mehboob E ilahi)
You are the creator most loved one (Mehboob E ilahi)
There is a veil in between you and me,
You are the order, and you are the noble saint,
I am not worthy, to see you through the veil,
Maybe little glimpse You and me, from behind the veil,
let me learn the order from you Oh E’ilahi’
The Order about Our Beloved, and His love,
May I am not worthy, for any of these,
But From You, Oh E’ilahi there is an enlightened lamp (Chirag Dehlavi) and Altruistic (Bande Nawaz)
So I came, in your presence with the utmost respect, beneath your feet as your dust, Allow me to learn,
Tonight, is the gathering of loved ones, let me sit beside the veil,
Let me fade in silence, and watch the gathering,
I Ummah Thurab, not worthy for this knowledge, except remain as dust’ beneath the sky and your feet!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 4:45 AM UTC
**I.
Eyes taking survey
of immediate surroundings.
Habitable? Yes.
Presentable? No.
At least not to anyone
lacking the neuroses which
with such resplendent ecology
were given perennial bloom
in the mental landscape
of this peculiar creature. . .
Dwelling, as he does
within plaster walls
upon concrete floors
beneath fluorescent lights, as they
quietly hum a low B flat and illuminate
filth and fur amassed in quantities
sufficient to reconstruct entire animals,
and perhaps even ecosystems...
Drugs in their various guises and dis-guises
paraphernalia indiscreetly proliferated
Musical implements, instructions, and instruments
supinely littered, almost as profusely
as the mountains of literature courting
avalanche from the rigid repose of
each supportive surface where they rest
Brooms weeping in neglect of their sweeping as
spiders nest betwixt the bristles, but
at least they keep the bugs out...
Records in crates and stacks with
no particular organization. Hmm.
That last line sums it succinctly.
"No particular organization."
Yet he still unaccountably knows
within this squalor where
the minutest of objects reside
His thoughts and actions
are sporadic, leaving linearity
in want of apt expression
For him, it seems the shortest
path between two points
is a frenetic scribble
Getting things done
in a timely manner? Possibly.
Getting sidetracked and forgetting
the original plan? Probab- *HEY
DID
YOU
GUYS*
*SEE
THAT?!?!?!?!*
II.
And
"Whoever lives this way, cannot be well!"
Someone might say, or, perhaps even yell.
Erelong might this assertion be dispelled
With them and their opinion. . . . .
STRAIGHT TO HELL!
For now the music of Debussy fills the air,
and now this vagabond has found a locus
a flag and bond of jouissance and care
arresting him in implacable focus
Inhaling the aroma of the night
he raises up his quill with great delight
and sets the implement in fervent motion
and bathing in the passions it ignites
He yields to it in rapturous devotion
and as if under spell or magic potion
his brain and nerves and muscles all engage
in spilling forth the fury of an ocean
Society has trapped him in a cage
ensnared him in frivolity, it seems
but his ink abounds in freedom on its page
and guides him to tranquility from rage
As Luna pours her iridescent beams
into this weary poet's dreary head
his mind illuminates with fate's esteem
and ruminates through labyrinths of dream
As everything he's seen, done, heard, or said
becomes a tapestry of order, woven
with chaos as the impetus that's led
this blessed magnanimity has shed
A light to guide the way; a path to show him
to Athens' martyred sage whom he's beholden
who espoused the noble maxim he's now chosen:
"Look deeply in thyself and truly know him."
Look deeply in thyself, and truly know him!
III.
"If a cluttered desk",
a man once asked,
"Is a sign of a cluttered mind?"
"Of what, then,"
he continued,
"is an empty desk a sign?"
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 5:29 AM UTC
Rubaiyat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 8
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
The heaven and earth decorated on this noble month. (Rabi’ al-Thani)
Your feet are blessed, for every guardian, and to this world,
Blossoms flourish in your love even in a dry land,
Oh Jilani, all guardians, gathered to welcomes you,
As you are the king’ to entire guardians,
Everyone welcomes you with utmost respect.
As your are Jilani, my Loved and a respectful Friend,
Let me, hold your noble feet in my heart and walk on this earth.
As dust, of your noble feet’ Oh my Jilani!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 4:47 AM UTC
The cracked and umber, cyan, lichened bark,
its wintry deprivation echoes stark
impoverishment: the denizens live their
neglected, leafless lives, in Highgate Park.
The winter icy earth’s, anaemic fare,
enough for hungry birds and squirrels, there
is insufficient food for bigger beasts,
who huddle, famished, in the frosty air.
A grassland’s faded, green, uncut, now greets
all walkers down its dwindled concrete streets,
replacement for old honeyed flags: new flaws
displacing golden pathways, lined with seats.
The squirrel, hungry in the cold still gnaws
her nuts: she holds the winter food in claws,
and quickly looks for danger, then a pause,
and runs, avoiding snapping canine jaws
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 11:02 AM UTC
By: The-Drifter-From-Heaven
The Isolation ground the flesh from my bone,
It feels like my body is drag in rough stone,
Feels like a controlled suffocation of pain,
My lungs tried to scream— yet I can't even moan.
This silence is no longer peace, but a chain,
That even my weary soul begins to drain,
This loneliness has caused my whole heart to rot,
Leaving me praying, in solitary vain.
Now I feel my wind pipe is crushed, tied in knot,
It felt the whole world planned and lay down this plot,
A dark vision I was born trap and alone,
My gift is—I was born with mind fully blot.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 6:41 AM UTC