"asr" poems - Hello Poetry

* What an "ANGELUS" time it is These times of LOVE The "SALATS" of the moment embraces everything around us Is it the "FAJR" of birds kissing? Is it the "ASR" of cats stretching? Is it the "MAGHRIB" of peacocks screams? Those are the sound of LOVE I suppose I can see on the cheeks The wetness of the kiss That has not dried yet Who is the LOVE (BELOVEDz / LOVERz) who causes The tears swell in the eyes Of the one who LOVES? Why is the eagerness to touch The bare shoulders so enticing? Why the heart longs to drown into LOVE (BELOVEDz / LOVERz) core? Placing one's face on the lap The flower smells jasmine rains Close eyes and experience my LOVE When I seal your pores with my lips? Can I sing you lullabies When you sleep besides me peacefully? Can I snap a new art sculpture Out of your hair every morning? Forget your thoughts While feeling my LOVE By being in LOVE with me Why the words become worthless When we share A common breathing between our lips? Who is listening to the music Of our heart-beats? Why do roses rain over us When we share our chromosomes? Who are they? There, below the waterfalls Behind the mountain caves The two magical unicorns in LOVE? Who will pray "TEFILLAH" When we are in Ultimate union of LOVE? Who will "TENEBRAE" our lives To illuminate our souls? So that we "THEOPHANY" the LOVE deity of ONENESS Now tell me... Will the clouds answer our LOVE-call? Will the first ray of sun ever find us? Will the moon ever illuminate dark lives? Will the stars sparkle over our springs? Will the dew drop give birth to seedlings? To save the cosmos & planet EARTH Let us embrace into Single semantic of LOVE *

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Jul 24, 2018

Jul 24, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC

melan-of-innocent

Disambiguation

* What an "ANGELUS" time it is These times of LOVE The "SALATS" of the moment embraces everything around us Is it the "FAJR" of birds kissing? Is it the "ASR" of cats stretching? Is it the "MAGHRIB" of peacocks screams? Those are the sound of LOVE I suppose I can see on the cheeks The wetness of the kiss That has not dried yet Who is the LOVE (BELOVEDz / LOVERz) who causes The tears swell in the eyes Of the one who LOVES? Why is the eagerness to touch The bare shoulders so enticing? Why the heart longs to drown into LOVE (BELOVEDz / LOVERz) core? Placing one's face on the lap The flower smells jasmine rains Close eyes and experience my LOVE When I seal your pores with my lips? Can I sing you lullabies When you sleep besides me peacefully? Can I snap a new art sculpture Out of your hair every morning? Forget your thoughts While feeling my LOVE By being in LOVE with me Why the words become worthless When we share A common breathing between our lips? Who is listening to the music Of our heart-beats? Why do roses rain over us When we share our chromosomes? Who are they? There, below the waterfalls Behind the mountain caves The two magical unicorns in LOVE? Who will pray "TEFILLAH" When we are in Ultimate union of LOVE? Who will "TENEBRAE" our lives To illuminate our souls? So that we "THEOPHANY" the LOVE deity of ONENESS Now tell me... Will the clouds answer our LOVE-call? Will the first ray of sun ever find us? Will the moon ever illuminate dark lives? Will the stars sparkle over our springs? Will the dew drop give birth to seedlings? To save the cosmos & planet EARTH Let us embrace into Single semantic of LOVE *

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If they made Holy Scriptures out of our deeds How many would we put on display for everyone to read? When Bani Israel was frozen in time within divine words, they did not know they would become timeless lessons for generations to come. Not the liar when he told his last lie, nor the careless while laughing at the cow, not even the pious while he raised his staff. Yet today, we read their stories With heedless hearts , forgetting that we too will be written in pages heavier than stones on scales worth more than mountains of gold. So, why do we pretend that our time is infinite? As though tic tocs were nothing but melodious beats synchronized to our pulse. wal Asr And by time Innal Insana la fikhusr Verily mankind is at loss How can we not think of yesterday as an effigy, And tomorrow’s uncertainty as a form of art? We are artists. And when our hair strands start to reflect the silver moonlight When our eyes start telling century old stories When our joints start pleading with time Will we then finally ask ourselves: What will there be left of us? Originals, or mere copies?

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May 15, 2014

May 15, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC

hida-abbad

Effigies

If they made Holy Scriptures out of our deeds How many would we put on display for everyone to read? When Bani Israel was frozen in time within divine words, they did not know they would become timeless lessons for generations to come. Not the liar when he told his last lie, nor the careless while laughing at the cow, not even the pious while he raised his staff. Yet today, we read their stories With heedless hearts , forgetting that we too will be written in pages heavier than stones on scales worth more than mountains of gold. So, why do we pretend that our time is infinite? As though tic tocs were nothing but melodious beats synchronized to our pulse. wal Asr And by time Innal Insana la fikhusr Verily mankind is at loss How can we not think of yesterday as an effigy, And tomorrow’s uncertainty as a form of art? We are artists. And when our hair strands start to reflect the silver moonlight When our eyes start telling century old stories When our joints start pleading with time Will we then finally ask ourselves: What will there be left of us? Originals, or mere copies?

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Hussain the grandson of Prophet Mohammed Was alone on the scorching sands of Kerbala, Surrounded by thousands of his enemies, Hussein fought gallantly, With his father's sword the Zulfikar, His enemies feared to approach him but showered him with spears, arrows, axes and stones The time of Asr(3:00pm to 4:00pm) approached, Gibrail descended from heaven, If Hussain wished He would call the Sky, The Oceans and the Earth to help him. Hussain is Hussain, He asked Gibrail what was Allah's wish, With tears in His eyes Gibrail replied,' Sacrifice yourself for Islam" Hussain immediately sheathed his Zulfikar and sat under the date tree, Hussain had 999 wounds on his body, Dripping in blood he still stood up to prostrate before Allah, To pray for Islam and his generations to come. After which he was martyred. At the time of Kerbala Hussain had only 72 followers, But today just to utter his name Ya Hussain brings tears to billions of his followers. 17/9/2023

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Sep 17, 2023

Sep 17, 2023 at 9:18 AM UTC

salmabanu-hatim

The Great Sacrifice

Hussain the grandson of Prophet Mohammed Was alone on the scorching sands of Kerbala, Surrounded by thousands of his enemies, Hussein fought gallantly, With his father's sword the Zulfikar, His enemies feared to approach him but showered him with spears, arrows, axes and stones The time of Asr(3:00pm to 4:00pm) approached, Gibrail descended from heaven, If Hussain wished He would call the Sky, The Oceans and the Earth to help him. Hussain is Hussain, He asked Gibrail what was Allah's wish, With tears in His eyes Gibrail replied,' Sacrifice yourself for Islam" Hussain immediately sheathed his Zulfikar and sat under the date tree, Hussain had 999 wounds on his body, Dripping in blood he still stood up to prostrate before Allah, To pray for Islam and his generations to come. After which he was martyred. At the time of Kerbala Hussain had only 72 followers, But today just to utter his name Ya Hussain brings tears to billions of his followers. 17/9/2023

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Fajr passed by as I slept on Zuhr was lost in a day's work Asr got skipped as I sipped my tea Maghrib flew by as I photographed the sunset Isha was added to the forgotten list And there I lay at night tossing and turning Wondering why peace escapes me?

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Aug 24, 2018

Aug 24, 2018 at 6:25 AM UTC

simpleton

Salaah

Fajr passed by as I slept on Zuhr was lost in a day's work Asr got skipped as I sipped my tea Maghrib flew by as I photographed the sunset Isha was added to the forgotten list And there I lay at night tossing and turning Wondering why peace escapes me?

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