"loh" poems
This joy
This madness
This rain;
Absolute calm
Meeting you
Then departing
You emerge, out of the blues;
Absolute calm
Here goes
My soul
As I've found you again;
Absolute calm
I was faithful
Unfaithful you fell
Played game too well;
Pained, yet in absolute calm
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*Ye suroor
Ye junoon
Ye barish
Kitna sukoon...
Tera milna
Phir bichadna
Istifak se milna
Kitna sukoon...
Loh gaya
Mera saya
Tujhe paya
Kitna sukoon...
Wafa tumse
Bewafai humse
Khel khela
Dard-e-sukoon...*
©sim
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 4:07 AM UTC
Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqdeer sai pehlay
Khuda banday sai khud poochay bta teri raza kya hai
Raise yourself to such heights so before every destined act
God Himself asks His creation, what is it your desire
Kee Muhammad (S.A.W) sai wafa toonay to hum tairay hain
Ye jahan cheez hai kya loh o kalam tairay hain
If you are loyal to Muhammad (S.A.W) we are yours
This universe is nothing, the Tablet and the Pen are yours
(Allama Iqbal)
May it be Saadi
Or may it be Sherazi
Mansur or Sachal Sarmast
May it be Rumi or Shams
Rabia Basri or Ganj Bakhsh
Bhatai or Baba Rehman
Ghani Khan or Allama Iqbal
All these God-gifted saints
went by giving the same message
Spreading the same thought
The one and unique
The message of the Truth
Under a million veils lie
Behold,
The one and only
Allah...
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
A module of perfection;
With douftfullness unknown.
The awe-inspiring actress,
I envy in my heart.
Abundant in the arts;
More cleverly than I.
I long to one day be you,
In beauty, soul, and mind.
Dedicated to the one who brought me here.
You romantic.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 4:39 AM UTC
The devil came in depth of night
to stop the beat of Loh Chaenes heart
and thus he did the world deny
the art that from the pen did flow.
No more, no more
the gift of flowing verse
will we now have chance to read
we are now left here to grieve
the loss of his great mind
Loh Chaene gave us oh so much
with his great great artistic touch
the fluid flow as the words did grow
from the pen of this great man
Humility was in his soul
with oft encouragement
for young and old
who tried to pen the verse like him
but our poor works cant compare
And so the worlds become a better place
now that Loh Chaenes soul has gone
for the lesser man now can shine
as we pen both verse and rhyme
be as great as him perhaps
R.I.P Loh Chaene
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
“Say to my friends, when they look upon me, dead,
Weeping for me and mourning me in sorrow,
‘Do not believe that this corpse you see is myself,
In the name of God, I tell you, it is not I,
I am a spirit, and this is naught but flesh,
It was my abode and my garment for a time.
I am a treasure, by a talisman kept hid,
Fashioned of dust, which served me as a shrine,
I am a pearl, which has left it’s shell deserted,
I am a bird, and this body was my cage,
Whence I have now flown forth and it is left as a token,
Praise to God, who hath now set me free,
And prepared for me my place in the highest of the Heavens,
Until today I was dead, though alive in your midst.
Now I live in truth, with the grave – clothes discarded.
Today I hold converse with the Saints above,
With no veil between, I see God face to face.
I look upon “Loh-i-Mahfuz” and there in I read,
Whatever was and is, and all that is to be.
Let my house fall in ruins, lay my cage in the ground,
Cast away the talisman, it is a token no more,
Lay aside my cloak, it was but my outer garment.
Place them all in the grave, let them be forgotten,
I have passed on my way and you are left behind,
Your place of abode was no dwelling place for me.
Think not that death is death, nay, it is life,
A life that surpasses all we could dream of here,
While in this world, here we are granted sleep,
Death is but sleep, sleep that shall be prolonged
Be not frightened when death draweth nigh,
It is but the departure for this blessed home,
Think of the mercy and love of your Lord,
Give thanks for His Grace and come without fear.
What I am now, even so shall you be,
For I know that you are even as I am,
The souls of all men come forth from God,
The bodies of all are compounded alike,
Good and evil, alike it was ours.
I give you now a message of good cheer
May God’s peace and joy forever more be yours.”
Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 7:50 PM UTC
takut, takut banget.
takut enggak bisa liat mereka pisah bahkan kalau emang udah waktunya.
mau nikmatin masa-masa sekarang untuk jatuh lebih dalam lagi, tapi aku punya masa depan yang penting. nyesel baru tau mereka tahun 2018. kata orang-orang "enggak penting siapa yang ada dari awal, karena yang bertahan sampai akhir itu hebat" tapi aku juga takut, takut enggak akan bertahan sampai akhir, sampai mereka pilih jalannya masing-masing. I'm scared of leaving, farewell, it hurts. mereka bikin aku seneng, ketawa, hal-hal kecil yang mereka lakuin bisa bikin jutaan orang bahagia, they've save so many lives. mau coba lupain pelan-pelan dan bodoamatan kalo ada berita tentang mereka juga gak mungkin. gak akan pernah bisa karena ya mungkin kayak gini once in a lifetime. susah banget emang kalo udah sesayang ini sama orang, walaupun orang itu gak tau kita gimana, tapi semacam ada tali yang nyatuin perasaan satu orang ke orang lainnya, ah lebay kamu. tapi bener loh! aku ngerasa banget, mungkin aku yang udah dewasa nanti baca ini bakalan "apaan sih kok lebay, alay banget" hehehe maaf ya far. soalnya gak tau lagi mau cerita ke siapa, temen? gak ngertiin, internet friends? banyaaaaaaaak yang satu frekuensi, tapi aku gak bisa cerita ke mereka. satu-satunya ya ini. kalo mungkin nanti aku baca ini lagi entah 2025, 2030, atau bahkan 2050, inget ya kamu pernah sayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang banget sama 7 orang yang jauh disana, yang setiap hari isi hari-hari kamu, jangan coba lupain deh!!! kalo bisa cari tau kabar mereka!!!!!
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC