"maha" poems
So apparently today is National Compliments Day.
I'd like to compliment Maha Salman.
She is a genuinely caring soul and has such a loving heart and an understanding personality.
Maha, thank you for being such a kind person and listening to me despite my extreme negativity. Thank you for talking me out of starving myself again, and being so compassionate. You mean a lot to me as a fellow poet and person. You are a beautiful friend :)
p.s. ur poetry is amaaazing
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
Palembang, 17 Desember 2011
Aku hidup dengan nafas mu Bapak, Ibu
Aku ada karena Dia Yang Maha Satu
Namun raga ini aku yang bawa
Jiwa ini aku yang menjaga
Hidup ini aku yang memilih
Cerita ini aku yang jalani
Aku tumbuh bersama nafas mereka
Aku termotivasi karena mereka juga
Nafas kita menyatu
Mereka menghela nafas kebahagianku
Aku menghela nafas kebahagian-Mu
Nafas kami juga nafas mu, Bapak.. Ibu..
Kau pelita kehidupan
Obor benderang di gelap ku
Bekal mengenyangkan di lapar ku
Oasis indah nan segar di dahaga ku
Tak akan ada aku tanpa-Nya
Tak akan hidup aku hingga sekarang tanpa Bapak dan Ibu
Tak akan aku bertahan tanpa diriku sendiri
Dan aku hidup tuk bersama mereka
Aku yang menentukan
Dia tinggal menyetujuinya
Bapak Ibu hanya bmendoakan
Dan sebentar lagi mereka ku gapai
(it’s because I Love Shane, Mark, Kian and Nicky)
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 1:41 AM UTC
Has anyone heard about her?
This magnificent girl,
my fangirl parter,
the other half to the
photography duo?
If so, please contact me.
Todays her birthday,
and yes I'm a few hours late,
but I'd like to say a very
Happy Birthday
to my dear friend.
She has helped me through tough times,
and has been through a lot herself,
but she's a survivor.
She's MIA,
and I need my friend back...
Well, I hope she is doing well,
she's finally becoming a teenager
(but totally not a normal stereotypical one, who needs normal anyways?)
and I'm so proud. -tear-
She's come a long way and I've had the privilege of knowing her personally.
Hope you're okay and that you see this,
Maha.
Tata for now ;)
-Creep
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
One more time raise your voice, my little girl
One more time hold the ***** hand approach you
One more time cut that tongue that gave you the names
One more time take the avatar of empowered "Maha Kali"
One more time be UNSTOPPABLE
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
Indian Legends.
The Legend of Triambakeshwar
The supreme Lords, Brahma and Vishnu
On that auspicious day were fighting for the highest milestone
For honour
Claiming Wisdom
Voicing out their mighty combat impale
At that very moment, a resplendant pillar
Emerged, took form before them
Standing tall into the skies and stooping low spearing the Earth.
Brahma and Vishnu saw the pillar
As an examiner of infinite Wisdom
They both decided to find either end of the pillar
to prove their supreme position.
Brahma took form of a swan
to find the topmost portion of the pillar
Vishnu turns into a Boar, being the land's wild driller
to discover the bottom part of this pillar.
Brahma returns and lies to Vishnu
"I Have Found My Goal, 'O Vishnu"
Lord Vishnu surrenders with a humble heart
A fruitless effortless failure.
This pillar is no ordinary pillar
The Legend holds it as the sacred Linga
The Lord of Lords, the destroyer of Evil
The three-eyed one, the blue-throated one
Neelakanta,Shiva,Mrida,Rudra
Dayakara,Hara,Maheshwara
The Lord with 1008 titles of honour
Ageless, timeless, formless,
Limitless.
Shiva cursed Brahma that day dusk
**"Your foul deceit smells above this land, Brahmadev
Punishment is a part of crime.
You shall never be worshipped under the stone-carved.
Temples shan't have place for you"**
Brahma, enraged, growled upon the Lord
**"Your greatness shall be pushed into this Earth
Into the same pillar, the Linga!
At the foot of Sahyradri, your abode lies
from now,
till forever comes."**
Dear Fearless Devotee, know this that you must
On the dark midnight of this hand-chosen day
Maha Shivratri
The Holy Linga takes form as the Lingodbhav Moorti
At the blessed land of Triambakeshwara.
From underneath the Earth,
Like a descendant from the skies
The ruler of the seven worlds
Bhu, Bhuvas, Svar, Mahas, Janas, Tapas, Satya
The invincible source of destruction
Of the Seven Hells, Paatala
*Atala, Vitala, Sutala, Rasaataala, Talatala, Mahaatala,
The Patala.*
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC
Allah..
Allah adalah Tuhanku
Oh Allah..
Dzat Yang Maha Agung
Tiada Tuhan selain Allah
Kaulah Yang Maha Menciptakan
Kau ciptakan surga bagi orang yang beriman
Kau berikan rahmat kepada hamba-MU yang bersungguh-sungguh
Ya Allah!
Ya Tuhanku!
Hambamu bukanlah teroris
Hambamu hanya menyembah kepada-MU
Ya Allah!
Tuntunlah aku ke jalan yang benar
Ya Allah!
Dalam gelap kau bangkitkan aku yang putus asa
-Kediri, 22 Maret 2018-
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
MAHA SHIVA RATHRI
Truth, goodness and beauty are eternal trinity
They are the qualities of rarity and divinity
Today the Hindus celebrate maha shiva Rathri(the great night of goodness)
may this Hindu festival bring upon you all brightness and greatness!
Christians believe only Yahuwah as reality
Muslims regard only Allah as divinity
but Hindus believe that God dwells in every entity
and worship every plant, mountain, river as Diety
Atheists plead God as mere irrationality
but nobody can deny the trinity
which are more internal than external
God may not be truth
but truth is God
God may not be beauty
but beauty is God
God may not stand for goodness
but goodness is surely God
Let us all strive for the trinity
Truth, goodness and beauty
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 5:26 AM UTC
*Bila cinta sungguh hadir tanpa disadari
Siapa pemegang kuasa,
maha pemberi cinta,
yang seenaknya beri dan ambil?
Aneh benar bualan ini.
Yang kupercaya cinta hadir dengan ijin sang tuan
Bila ya, tinggalah ia, bertumbuh bahkan berbiak
Berpupukan gombalan manis atau sedikitnya senyuman sipit
Berbuahkan gelak tawa
atau jika sedang sial
mungkin tuaianmu sesal dan air mata
Sungguh malang memang..
Ingat teman,
Kau adalah tuan
Bukan kau mengemis mencarinya,
ia yang bertandang menumpang..
Kau cuma perlu mengenangkan,
menikmati cinta..*
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
O rain,
That falls
On the green
That I love most
Let me kiss
Your tender chest
Nobody to come, or go
Alone, alone, alone,
Have to bear the heat and odors of earth
Was the world built by someone?
In it, the marks of a kiss
By me or you
Is graffiti
In Ethihad’s cabin
Your name is Mariyamma,
Mine is..
The sound of someone singing on earth
Mother might be crying
You might be singing
Or else I might be muttering about myself
There is only one place to say
Peace, peace
Your mother’s ******
Only one way to come out
To go inside, at least a thousand ways, but
All blocked
With what Ammu, Ammini and you have earned
Not as beasts,
Not as humans,
It was not father
Or mother
Who gave birth
To us as us
Someone else..
Will name a dream after you
Will name another one after you
If you miss at one, you will get it right at three
I will give my name to the third dream
A mouthful of grain is a word
There is a mouth
There is rice
When these two combine
You
Like myself,
So unbearable,
Love.
Children,
Was it the food you ate
Or the tall and hefty myself
You or me
You or me
Please take with you
The care and protection
Of this SMS
In the morning
When
Anxieties leave
As I fight like a butcher,
No,
No,
Preethi, from Maha Iranikkulam
Calls me to take a bath in the temple pond
Was it you
Or me
Or our children?
Amma,
Amma,
Amma,
Amen.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
Seorang Part I
Baru-baru ini aku merasakan yang hidup ini tidak lagi bermakna buat aku. Di mana aku rasa kosong setiap kali nak memulakan sesuatu. Bagaikan terputus tali layang-layang yang asyik ditiup angin di langit biru itu. Aku cuba dan terus mencuba untuk memahami setiap apa yang berlaku di sekeliling aku. Akhirnya aku masih di situ dan terbelenggu keseorangan tanpa sesiapa pun sedar aku di mana. Tidak ada tangan yang mahu menolong aku apatah lagi bahu untuk ku sandarkan tiap kali aku mencurahkan air mata. Aku keseorangan.
Seorang Part II
Aku masih diam di situ kaku. Sejenak aku terdetik untuk mendongak ke langit. Tika itu kelihatan malam pekat dihiasi dengan bintang-bintang berkerlipan penuh gemerlapan dan juga bulan yang terang memukau aku seketika. Waktu itu aku masih ingin menangis lagi kerana aku lupa pada Yang Maha Mendengar Yang Maha Melihat Yang Maha Mengasihi. Aku alpa kerna selama ini aku melupakan Yang Maha Berkuasa. Aku merasakan kerdil waktu itu dan pada saat itu juga aku merasakan aku dibius semangat baru.
Seorang Part III
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
Bunda...
Lahirkan aku di dunia
Itu berkat Tuhan Yang Maha Esa
Bunda...
Mengandung ku selama 9 bulan
Bertaruh nyawa demi nyawa
Bunda...
Besarkan aku bersama Ayah
Membimbing ku hingga sekolah
Bundaku...
Dahulu tidak sekolah
Namun ia pintar
Bundaku...
Berjuang untukku
Le Gra,
Aridea Purple
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 11:51 AM UTC
Antara dua jalan buntu
Penentuan hati dan minda sekeras batu
Ku menerka ini hanya mainan perasaan
Persis jiwa-jiwa yang hiba kekosongan
Larilah wahai nafsu
Carilah serangkap wahyu
Cantaslah pucuk cemburu
Kerna manusia semakin layu
Lenturnya segenggam iman
Toksik meracuni setiap teman
Doalah waktu masih memberi ruang
Mewarnai tiap hitam putih perjalanan
Telan segala perit mencari abdi
Tiada yang kekal apatah lagi kendiri
Senyuman kekal menjadi sedekah amalan
Tuhan Maha Pengampun, manusia dahagakan amalan.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
The Creep that loved you
Dani Chase
Jinxxed For Life
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ
Ena Alysopriono
Unknown guy
Rex Forté
Jimmydon
Janine
LeeAnn Rose
Musfiq us shaleheen
Elle Tat
maha salman
Concrete Angel
Carolin
wolf spirit aka quinfinn
Death is living
Ally
the helper
patty m
Yung Wifey
Gabrielle Cox
Heart Broken
Kayla-Lyn Searle
Dark Rose
Jason Cirkovic
Midnight Writer
LittleFreeBird
Richard Barnes
Trisha Anne Chi-Young
Thinking Out Loud
AD Mullin
Devon Webb
Hannah Jade
Deborah Brooks Langford
Winter Frost
Jeremy Boyd
Starry Night
caitlyn walters
elsa angelica
Sarah M Gillihan
Sweetheart
Andre nalin
DC raw love
Charbear909
Thomas A Robinson
chainedwhore
PerfectTruths
Worldeater
John-Chris Ward
Ember Evanescent
Kitty Lam
LJ Chaplin
Just Melz
Jae
Just Jean
The Girl Who Loved You
Vanessa Gatley
StayStrongILveU
tamyon lawrence
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
Life is about taking breaths
But the most important times
Are when it is taken away
And all that haunts a displaced child
Is when their breath was lost then found again
From the moment a 3 minute warning is given
Where does one evacuate to
When already in a shelter
As bombs blast
And shots echoe in the near distance
When the ground shakes in pain
There is no time to think
No time to act as shrapnel came flying
To pierce their skin
And homes collapsed
Walls caved in
Only to harden their resolve
All out of tears
They no longer fall
When they get used to the pain
They recite the martyred like a grocery list
Mum
Dad
Brothers
Sisters
Aunties
Cousins
Uncles
Friends
But the souls of lost ones are trapped in little hearts
Caged in past dreams
Where Fatima still comes to play with Aisha in the courtyard
Even with her head twisted off by the guards
Tariq and Abdul play marbles with charred fingers
Maha clings onto yesterdays that can never be the same
Where her father's farm was ripe
And days were spent out in the field
A child sees a child does
So they accept they were born to die
And pick up a stone to fight
At least they must try to protect themselves
Even animals reserve that right
It's instinct
Basic defensive nature and survival needs
Yet the world condemns them
Serpents that bare snakes
They are terrorists in the making
As curses cry out from anger and hatred
A crime to be born in the middle east
The gates and borders of surrounding countries
Closed for their emergency
Where the only place to go is through the doors of heaven
Which are wide open
And in this case is it cruel of me to say
Maybe it is a better option
Than to live and die a thousand times over
Mentally disturbed
Overwhelmed with distrust
All that will be left are robots
That have nothing to lose
Time that should be spent in school
Is a time that will never come back
And everyday is a chance lost
Scars that will never be overcome
Eyes that have seen too much
These angels don't belong here
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
The plan was perfectly drawn
nobody doubted it was flawed,
but every day and night added
particular effects on the sketch,
each changing season had a whim
that made a clear impact on it.
Even the most perfectly laid plans
need to be approved by spirits
the cosmos will incessantly unleash,
that in no way anyone can control.
The plans would never go wrong, I thought,
her invocations to the mysterious
forces of universe, alone make it happen,
in all humility now I realize!
Deeply I cherish, the feminine power,
that walks with me matching step to step,
in the true tradition of brahminical wisdom, I chant:
"Not for me, but all this sacrificial offering,
for the plants, animals and humans, the whole of universe.
Each and every speck in this limitless cosmos
is webbed together, for ever and aye,
Oh! the consciousness that pervades in all
the connecting stream flowing to the ocean,
be the lighted lamp, burning within,
dispel once and for all the darkness of ignorance."
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
She is the one who will listen to what you need
Her desires, in the future we will need
You don't seem to understand
She writes poems, they come out of her hand
Her eyes are the mysterious ones
Different colors, so many, TONS
She will hear you out to the very end
That's why Maha is one of my friends
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
Aku telah buat kesalahan.
Kusebut itu kau.
Kau; kesalahanku,
yang dengan sengaja kulakukan hanya demi keegoisanku.
Setiap kata 'aku sayang kamu' yang kau terima, tak pernah ada dalam ketulusan.
Setiap peluk yang kau rasakan, tak pernah ada dalam kenyamanan.
Semua kulakukan hanya agar kau percaya bahwa rasaku itu nyata.
Brengsek! Aku mengutuk diriku sendiri.
Meski kau hidup dalam kebohongan, aku selalu berupaya.
Membuka hatiku sedikit demi sedikit, hanya agar kau tak terluka.
Namun Tuhan Maha Adil, dan aku hampir melupa.
Saat aku berupaya, kau menggores luka.
Kau bertindak suka-suka, dan aku diam saja.
Sesekali kuangkat bicara, dan kau tutup telinga.
"Terserah" kataku. Dan kuakhiri semuanya.
Kini, berulang kali kau memintaku tuk kembali, tetapi enggan untukku mengulangi.
Kita hanya akan sama-sama menyakiti,
Dan menyayangi diri sendiri.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 3:55 AM UTC
.......Nang
umamen
Marunong ,
Hindi lang ikaw
Tumalima
kasi nga....
Ikaw lamang
ang dehado,
sa madumi
obligado,
Pihadong
kakapit ka
muli at tiyak
nga babalik ka.
ayy puta tang-ina
Ang bawat pahina
Kahit pa maibenta
Ikaw Ang Kwento na
Wala ka mang Kwenta
Para ka na lang sa akin
kahit pa sa loob ko ay
labag pahalagahan
walang iba na
yaman,
kundi
Binabagtas
nag-iisang lawa
sa Sagwan at Bangka
Yaring Ako ay Panimpla
Ganyan ka ba talaga
Waring mala-mapa
rumehistro na
sa wankata
na di mo pa
mahahalata
Batid ang maha-
hatid pa Lalo
kapag ito
ay hina-
yaan
maging
kuwintas
na bi🌟uin
OO !
Hindi nga Siya.
Pero mali naman na sabihing
Tama ka !
Bagay na bagay na talaga kami sa isa't isa.
Gaya baga ng mga kaibigan ko sa kanilang salita...
" kahit Wala Naman Siya
Mabubuhay pa din Ako Nang Wala na Ngang Patumangga ! "
Sabi sa mapag-imbot na tibok ng puso kong hugis-mangga !
Siya na nga daw
Ang naturang
Pag-ibig Ng aking Buhay
at Giliw na hinirang
Subalit sa aking magiting na Diwa
na tanging saad ay hayag na hidwa
Hula sa Amin ay Laho
kahit na humadlang pa ang Tadhana...
Halo sa aking nangingilid at napupuwing kong
pananaw sa pigil na pigil Kong
Luha na may umaapaw na paniniwalang
Siya pa mismo ang nagpahayag ,
na di kami patuloy na MagLalayag !
Alam ko naman
Kahit di na kami tatagal sa 'ming pagsasama ,,,
Sinasabi ko lagi sa aking loob
Ang pabulong na ...
mahaL kitA !
" o o t o t o o "
Wala na ngang PatLang
na diringgin mo ,,,
lamang na ika'y hibang
Sa Binabasa mo ...
" atiK lahaM "
Mga sambit Kataga Bali-baliktarin man,
sa larangan ng Agos Ng Kabalintunaan,
Itong aking pinaglalaban
tunay at mananatili
alaala na Lamang ,,,
sa radar ang pawang
sukat sabihin ko hanggang
sa aking Pagsigaw.... !!!!
Siya ay Ikaw !
Pagtatapat kong muli
Mahal Ko Siya !
Minsan pa...
ay huwag mo na lang muna
Tangkain pa ang Pagbabasa
Buhat pa dun sa pinakababa na kinakatok sa Tinanikala
Patungo sa nakakalula na pagtutok Don sa tinitingala
Try to start reading verses from the bottom of a Loving heart ,
All the way into up above until you reaches in top of a hurty part !
magmula pa sa salin-wika
Binabaybay at binibigKas
Tila Binalatang sinKamas
Pagkat nawala sa itaas,
ang hinahanap ko po na Titulo...
Panustos ko pinapatas,
taimtim ang inaalyas sa Liriko...
Wala na ngang PatLang
na diringgin mo ,,,
habang Ikaw ay Libang
Sa Binabasa mo ...
" o o t o t o o "
Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 3:53 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 76
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Either you or me what ever I call,
you merged as one as Maha Kaal,
You are fierce and most Powerful.
You are undoubtedly Maha (Mahat)
and I am naturally a Kaal,
with your transmutation I become Maha Kaal!
You are Aadhi and I am Yogi
Merged as Aadhi Yogi
I am in you and you are in me
You are rightfully Bhairav and
I am universally Kaal, Together;
We developed as Kaal Bhairav.
I become the effective weapon of necessary destruction.
Until Adhi exist in kaal, I will typically last as Maha kaal of my own time.
Sambho Hara hara Maha Shankhara'
Maha Kaal Bhairavam Bajey!
Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 6:28 AM UTC
356 putaran bumi, kita beradu rasa
Raga saling terlekat erat, tak terasa
Rapat serapat barisan bata, tak terduga, terbiasa
Memadukan jari, tanpa perlu banyak bicara
Saling menyaut, berjalan searah
Memang arus yang membimbingku
Langit bumi berselurus mengantarmu
Bingkisan besar para dewa untukku
Berkat kebesaran yang Maha Segala
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 8:59 AM UTC
Threw each glass against the flow-shants of each word
vocal-tension, when form reacts against its shards, rotate sprinkle,
moving through the invisible waters in empty space I listen to these songs to go towards God
inviting God into my home, into my eyes and heart instead of focusing on flesh like you
lay my head down in the lap of God, my hair stroked by the hands of angels
to access me in this third density, they disguise themselves in jewels, in voices, in words and in the structure of pages, in the passages of the hekhalot, see me inside Lorelai;
drunk on the tales of the Most High, olives form and grow inside their teeth,
cheeks are rosied and I manifest with the light shone inside me, sourced from God and angels beyond me, connecting from a bridge deep within my kidneys,
relics of god-thought-sent from juvenile gardens, made countlessly,
unmatched and bountiful, Edens everywhere when He talks to me.
He sings to me, whilst whispering inside my brown ear; His hand cups my head, fingers sliding in between my curls:
“Admittance comes from the mind, acceptance comes from the heart:
the senses work extra-ordinarily,
the sonorous haze, the visual daze : a body peddles one forward
towards the trickery of the eye: and the eye is dazzled by the flashy things of the world, of what is human, something still so human
but the Eye and the Ear holds on to something more than that: intangible, indelible, incomprehensible.
Why don't you see with your Inner Eye? Why don't you hear with your Inner Ear? Think with your Inner Mind? The Higher Mind?” Somehow a breeze kisses my ears . . .
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 12:23 AM UTC
I know of a Nomad people there.
They would even marry kids,
About 8 year olds I refer to here,
Lay them in the desert sand,
**** them they would every night.
Alas, a new creed was started,
Bet they do for camel derbies,
Often they Halal their necks,
Up they drink camel blood,
Totally exploiting their women.
Them we fear the most,
How shameless they are,
End their hatred will never.
My indication is towards them,
Unintelligible who have become,
Slim are their famished girls,
Listening is the entrapped Shiva,
I know that He'll be finally free,
Many still repeat the enchantments,
So dumb they circumambulate anti-clockwise.
An effigy of Ravaņa is afire annually,
None of his descendants is brave,
Demean they the Hindus therefore.
Them the world fears on this day,
Harmony is harmed by them,
Escaping them is not possible,
I mean that they are everywhere,
Regal they think that they all are.
Originating in Hinduism,
Road to heaven they have lost,
I too got visions from heaven,
Go to the mausoleum & break it,
Ignore what the world says,
No followers of Maha Maada,
She was a demon princess originally.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 4:46 AM UTC
Kalau penulis adalah seorang yang bisa menulis dalam kondisi apa saja
Kalau pembelajar dapat belajar dalam kondisi apa saja
Maka, untuk menjadi seorang ahli
Butuh perubahan prefiks me, ber, menjadi pe, pen, dan lain.
Belajarlah berani mencinta agar menjadi ahli cinta?
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC