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Elinor Oct 2013
I think of all my problems.
I think of all my pain.
I think of all my sorrows,
Until I go insane.
I think of all the smiles I've worn,
Which hide sorrows underneath.
No one seems to notice,
That I go through so much grief.
My tears seem to keep flowing,
Inside my tired eyes.
Each time i want to tell you,
The words come out as lies.
These days I'm feeling distant,
Far away and weak.
My sadness pulls me farther,
From the happiness i seek.
I've just begun to realize,
That my hopes and dreams are gone,
I'm walking down a dead-end road,
Humming a tuneless song.
an excerpt: not mine, just thought it was relevant.
Arfah Afaqi Zia Jun 2017
And I found peace
in your prayers
And I find solace
when bowing and crying in front of you,

Every tear that I shed
all my regrets
all my sorrows
they all decayed the moment I called on to you,

The poignancy in my heart
the impossibilities
and the hurdles I faced
all I ever did was cry in front of you,

I felt like I sinned a lot
I was grieving
the pain I carried was so immense
And all I said was 'Ya Rahman, Ya Raheem' all that I had on my mind was no more.
Hakikur Rahman Jan 2021
Woman: (English)
Hakikur Rahman

Hello woman
Enfolded me in what an illusion,
Shortly,
What fascination you have spread-
In thrilled string, in the thirsty morning,
In the heart of mine;
Time passes by,
Gave up the helm-
Reviving the consciousness, I see an invisible oasis,
For time antiquity,
Became celibate.


নারী: (Bengali)
হাকিকুর রহমান

ওহে নারী,
কি মায়ায় জড়িয়েছিলে মোরে,
ক্ষণিকের তরে,
ছড়িয়েছিলে কিসের মোহ-
পুলকিত ডোরে, তৃষায়িত ভোরে,
মম অন্তরে;
কাটিয়া গেলোযে কাল,
ছাড়িয়া দিয়াছি হাল-
সম্বিত ফিরি হেরি অদৃশ্য মরুদ্যান,
অনাদিকালের তরে,
হলেম ব্রহ্মচারী।

Mulher: (Portuguese)
Hakikur Rahman

Olá mulher
Enfatizou-me em que ilusão,
Em breve,
Que fascinação você tem espalhado
Em cordas emocionadas, na manhã com sede,
No meu coração;
O tempo passa,
Deu o leme
Revivendo a consciência, vejo um oásis invisível
Por tempo antiguidade,
Tornou-se celibatário.

Frau: (German)
Hakikur Rahman

Hallo Frau
Umhüllte mich in was für eine Illusion,
Kurz,
Welche Faszination hast du verbreitet?
In einer aufgeregten Schnur am durstigen Morgen
Im Herzen von mir;
Die Zeit vergeht,
Gab den Helm auf
Das Bewusstsein wiederbeleben, sehe ich eine unsichtbare Oase,
Für die Zeit der Antike
Zölibat wurde.

Femme: (French)
Hakikur Rahman

Bonjour femme
M'enveloppa dans quelle illusion
Prochainement,
Quelle fascination tu as répandue-
En string ravi, le matin assoiffé,
Au coeur de la mienne;
Le temps passe,
A donné la barre-
En ressuscitant la conscience, je vois une oasis invisible,
Pour l'antiquité,
Est devenu célibataire.

महिला: (Hindi)
हकीकुर रहमान

हेलो महिला
मुझे भ्रम में डाल दिया,
शीघ्र ही,
आप किस मोह में फैले हैं-
रोमांचित तार में, प्यासे सुबह,
मेरे दिल में;
समय गुजरता है,
हेलम दिया-
चेतना को पुनर्जीवित करते हुए, मैं एक अदृश्य नखलिस्तान देखता हूं,
समय की प्राचीनता के लिए,
ब्रह्मचारी हो गया।

(In memory of my beloved one)
Deepak shodhan May 2015
Hello Angel
Let me tell you somethin'
You're my love
You're my life
You're my everything!
Can I express my love
with a kiss like Robert Pattinson
Goin' wild and get into
your attention
Can I propose you
with a drink like DiCaprio
Runnin' fast after you
like a Romio
Can I show it in a romantic
way like Rahman
Singin' out loud sayin'
Im gone
Can I express it in song
like Chris Brown
Searchin' for you in this
Hyderabad town
Girl, you're my choco bar
be with me;
I love you like justin bieber!

----de3pak
Ashwin Kumar Jul 2023
There are times
When I wish I could be a child again
Because, as far as adulthood is concerned
There is a lot of pressure and expectations
And many complications as well
Work, relationships, time, money, health
The list is endless
Also, let us not forget
That I am a divorcee
And yearning for a second marriage
Or at least, some kind of romantic relationship
And at the same time
I have to deal with work as well
Anyway, I wish I could be a child again
Because my childhood was awesome
Lots of love
From my family, cousins and relatives
Playing cricket with one of my close cousins
Going on train trips with family
Having fun with schoolmates
Including enacting the part of a Japanese anime princess!!
Playing chess with my maternal grandfather
Watching the golden era of Sachin Tendulkar
Listening to AR Rahman classics
Watching the best movies of Superstar Rajinikanth
Playing tennis with my father
During my second visit to Mumbai
And best of all
Having a life free of tension and worries
Except of course, as far as studies were concerned!!
Well, there were bad times too
For instance, the bullying I faced
Which forced me to leave a renown school
In the span of just one week!!
Nevertheless, on the whole
My childhood is something to be cherished forever
And reflecting back on it as an adult
I am filled with a sense of nostalgia
Being a Potterhead, I wish I could use a Time Turner
And go back in time
In order to revisit all those fond memories in person
Yes, I am not ashamed to say
That I wish I could be a child again
Self-explanatory!!
Najwa Kareem Dec 2021
One of the best at it
moving efficiently
he cleans up his mess
using all the tools in his kit
Go on my brother
I knew you'd do it

Even when others don't understand
he cleans up his mess
working hard
doing what is needed
until all damaged parts
are buried in the sand

I say looking up
Bismillah hir rahman nir raheem
Please bring him again to the deen

He backs out strong
Brother's muscles moving
brother's gone

Do you need help?
randomly appearing another asked
Allah's voice speaking unmasked

I say looking up
my hands open to the sky
Bismillah hir rahman nir raheem
Please bring him again to the deen

He backs out strong
no need to look behind
the bright sight ahead
moving him right along

By: Najwa Kareem

Written on 12/22/21
*You'll always be remembered by me and even when you're unaware, I'll be doing something that says so because I care about you and want you to do right by you and right by others by doing what is right and not doing what is wrong. Allah has given you everything it takes to move well on track, to move powerfully on the track.
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
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.
Rubaiyat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Rahman Mostafiz Aug 2014
Passing the ‘Anwara Noor’
I promised to forget
What I have kept with thee
Or what madness obsessed you
Loving, in dream even, me.

Protima, believe me, my dear
No stone I unturned from then
To struggle to erase
Memories sweet or panic
From my oblivion I possess.

But standing before the mirror,
To have a copy of my own brand
Or some broken images of me,
Nothing I get visible
Except its betrayal I do see.

In a flash, then, my dearest known
And very dearly own,
Ninety thousand faces of
Thy lovely chicks appear before me.

Now, tell me, dear, how do I forget thee!

© Rahman Mostafiz
https://www.facebook.com/Rahman.Mostafiz.Official
Ashwin Kumar May 29
I love you, dear brother
And for you, will I always be there
Always, have we been close
Right from our school days
Playing a lot of street cricket
Having loads of entertainment
In the form of masala movies
Listening to AR Rahman classics
Debating on Harry Potter-related topics
Playing carrom and chess
The list used to be endless!

I love you, dear brother
So much fun, have we had together
As children, teenagers, adults
Indeed, have we had many a memorable moment
Playing cricket inside the house
And creating a fair amount of chaos
Racking up highly unrealistic totals in book cricket
Going up to the terrace in the evening
And in the process, watching bats
A fair amount of travelling
Especially when it came to trains
Playing the game "20 Questions"
In regards to both cricket and Harry Potter
Going on talking and talking till the wee hours
On a variety of topics
Seriously, were those days epic!!

I love you, dear brother
For me, have you always been there
Advising me from time to time
Always managing to stay calm
Whenever have I gone on ranting and ranting
Taking time out for me while working
Being a shoulder to cry on
Checking on me often
Bringing out the best in me
Not to mention, I'm sure you will agree
It was thanks to you
That I became such an ardent fan of Harris Jayaraj!!

I love you, dear brother
You are going to have an exciting future
So happy am I, for you
Now, is a treat due
Soon, will we meet
Wish you all the very best
And may God bless you
With a truckload of love, happiness, peace and prosperity!!
Poem dedicated to Anirudh, one of my closest cousins.
Amad Tariq Aug 2019
Your eyes,impish and mischievous
Your laughter's nonchalant insolence
Your hair unflured their waves undone
Never will I forget
Until I breathe this life

Your hand that abandoned mine
Your shadow that turned away it's gaze
Your look that never looked back

Never shall I forgive
Until I breathe this life

Your unabashed dancing in the rain
Your silly sulkings at all things small
Your innocent childlike mischief
Always shall I LOVE
Until I breathe this life

Your false vows and promises
Your burning scorching dreams

Your cruel ruthless prayers

Always I will hate
Until I breathe this life

Written by: Gulzar, Allahrakka Rahman, A R RAHMAN
I take no credit for this poem, authors are written in. Its a pure expression of love.
Ashwin Kumar Sep 2023
Ever since the movies "Ghajini" and "Anniyan" were released
About eighteen years ago
I was transformed
From an AR Rahman enthusiast
To a Harris Jayaraj fanatic
He is not only a music director
But also an artist par excellence
When you listen to some of his songs
Your feet begin tapping
Right from the word go
Some songs evoke a plethora of conflicting emotions
Happiness, sorrow, amazement, shock
Love, hatred, excitement, a sense of calm
And the list goes on and on
However, the best among the lot
Are undoubtedly the lilting melodies
Particularly the ones sung by Bombay Jayashri
Even the most bitter cynic
Can transform into a hopeless romantic
After listening to such gems
Then there are the "soup songs"
Every man or woman
Who has gone through a heartbreak
Or for that matter, a divorce
Derives a lot of solace from such beauties
Which have the capacity
To tug at your heartstrings
And finally
There are the "kuthu songs"
These will make you dance all night
As if there were no tomorrow
However, more than the songs
It is Harris' background music
Which transports you into a different planet altogether
Many movies which might have flopped otherwise
Have become hits
Thanks to the BGMs
Composed by this incredible gentleman
If movies can be compared with cricket
The actors are the eleven players
With the 12th man being the music composer
And when that composer is Harris
The team's victory is almost guaranteed
Dear Harris Sir, we have listened to your music
For more than two decades
It is our sincere wish and prayer
That you make a strong comeback
Like Australia did against South Africa a few days ago
After being seemingly down and out at one stage
And amaze us all once more
With the kind of magic you used to produce
During your heydays
Something that cannot be replicated
Even by Professor Dumbledore or Lord Voldemort
Dedicated to my favourite musician in India, Harris Jayaraj
leeaaun Feb 2019
It's not your fault
That you are born as a daughter.
Whether the whole world shouts
that being a daughter is curse.
Don't mind them.
They restrain conservative thoughts.
It's not their piece of cake
to understand what a blessing it is,
to hold a little fairy in their arms.
Don't worry that their is no one
to whom you should narrate your story.
Remember little fairy,
You have ALLAH
who belongs to you.
Tell your stories; he will listen.
Have faith in him,
he will make your life easier.
If it's not getting easy but difficult
then remember
he is the one who created you.
He knows best than anyone.
Who are you to question
that it's your fault,
that you are born as a daughter?.
He is the one who has written your fate,
whose known as Al-Rahman and Al-Rahim.
He is the sculpture of word " Justice ",
So how he can do injustice with you?
as giving you a body of women?..
Being born as a daughter is not your fault,
but considering yourself weak
in a feminine body
is your fault, little fairy.
Don't you remember;
when ALLAH is happy
he bestowed the couple
a token of strength
in the form of you; a little fairy.
You belong to that linkage
who was born strong,
who live strong.
So, how can be your birth
as a daughter can be fault?.
Don't suppress your strength
under the conservative talks of other.
Dogs just bark, that's their duty.
So, let them bark.
Release your soul from the chains of society.
Ask guidance from your Lord,
as he is waiting to answer your call.
A feminine body is the strength
that your body holds.
So, everyday go on a journey
to see the secrets hidden in your soul.
The warmness of tears that you will shed
when you endure the pain,
believe me little fairy it's worth it.
So, don't say it's your fault
that you are born as a daughter.
Cause their's no precious gift
which is given to you by your lord
as being a women.
Women's are the symbol of " Patience".
So, little fairy wait, have faith
and endure.
It's not a curse but a blessing,
keep it in your mind
little lost soul.
Ashwin Kumar Jun 2023
I have never met you
And you don't even know I exist
But you have cast a spell on me
From which it would be very difficult to recover
Your eyes blaze with an intensity
That can even melt steel
Your smile is so beautiful
That it cannot be surpassed
Even by that of Mona Lisa
Your laugh is so musical
That even the songs of AR Rahman
Would pale in comparison
Your hairstyle is an art in itself
Your dress sense is so impeccable
That it would put even the finest Italian designers to shame
And last but not the least
We come to your acting
A Sri Lankan Tamil dancer *** revolutionary
In the movie "Jagame Thanthiram"
A humble and yet powerful boatwoman
In "PS1" and "PS2"
A fierce wrestler with short hair
Forced to become a submissive housewife with long hair
In "Gatta Kusthi"
And finally
A teacher dealing with troublesome students
As well as impending layoffs and rejected marriage proposals
In "Archana 31 Not Out"
Given any kind of role, you play it to perfection
Born with oodles of natural talent
You nevertheless refuse to rest on your laurels
And put your heart and soul
Into the profession which you hold so dear
You are an inspiration to one and all
Forced to do an MBBS
By your extremely conservative parents
You have nevertheless the courage
To break free of the shackles placed on you
And pursue your own dreams
What's more, the risks you have taken off
Have ultimately paid off
You are the numero uno of present day Mollywood
And flying high in Kollywood as well
Yes, you have cast a spell on me
But it was a spell, that I refused to resist
And rightly so
Yet Another Poem dedicated to one of my all-time favourite celebrities; actress Aishwarya Lekshmi.
Ashwin Kumar Mar 2023
When you are stressed, upset
Angry, sad, depressed
Or just not in a good frame of mind
You usually turn to music
In order to calm your mind
And uplift your soul
Well, it is the same for me too
Except that just any music won't do
It has to be music composed by Harris Jayaraj
He comes up with songs
For almost all kinds of situations
Action, drama, suspense
Romance, love failure, family bonding
Comedy, friendship, school life, college life
Tragedy, war, crime
Urban, rural, semi-urban
The list is endless
His music has an undefinable charm
That makes you sit up and take notice
And appeals to the masses
As well as the classes
The softness of the instruments used
The variety of playback singers
And the unique fusion of Western and Indian music
Separate him from the rest
However, what he truly excels in
Are the melodies
Just listen to a few of them
And you'll feel like you've entered a different world altogether
You'll forget all your worries
And just live in the moment
In fact, that's how life should ideally be
Of course, he will also make you dance to his tunes
Just like a snake charmer
Except that the snake actually doesn't give two hoots about music
Rather, it focusses on the movements of the snake charmer
Anyway, coming back to Harris
For me, his music is the next best thing in the world
After trains and the mobile video game "Choices"
It always makes me feel better about myself
Like I can do anything in the world
Without getting swayed by the opinions of other people
Of course, there are other great musicians too
AR Rahman, Ilaiyaraaja, Hans Zimmer, John Williams
And top bands like Linkin Park, Evanescence, Boney M etc.
To name a few
However, as we say in Tanglish
Harris Jayaraj is "vera level"
And will always be
Another poem dedicated to my favourite music composer - Harris Jayaraj.
Jane A Rahman Mar 2019
The animosity of yesterday had vanished,
And now the flowers have bursted out—
As a hint to the world that the spring has finally come,
Leisurely, returning the globe its chromatic hues;
While it drowns me deeper into the ocean of colors,
Killing the blue.

The pillow fights amongst the angels have finally stopped,
For it's the fire ball's turn to spread the warmth all over the globe, slowly but surely.
And a smile eventually spread across my face; finally and finally.
Never have I understood the feeling of refreshing,
Until the day of God deciding to create a season that is spring.

I scream, I sing, I cry and cry to the universe,
For I'm home after a long time,
For I'm grateful for being granted another smile.  
And this is the season I have been waiting for,
For I want to lost in the seasons of sadness no more.

—Jane A. Rahman
Jane: It was on the early April, I got this idea when I was watching a spring ads. It's so refreshing.
Salmabanu Hatim Oct 2018
Bismillah hir Rahman nir Raheem.
I am glad I had Faith,
I believed in HIS ways,
I adhered to HIS path.
Now,I am six feet under,
I see, feel taste and hear HIS Light,
With countless senses,
With every fibre of my being.
I understand the sureness of his plan,
There are no sequence of events,
No, questions to ask,
All answers are here,
With downloads of information,
You are never confused,
You have a deeper sense of self awareness.
Sorrow, anxiety and remorse has no place here,
It's beautiful,
It's heaven,
My abode,
With only the presence and love of Allah and HIS Angels.
I fear - my mistakes are mountain
And what to do except regret and despair
For all the wrongs I have done?

Now clearly I either see
I am insane and could not be right
Or just unfortunate one with that.

What else to do,
Except to knock on door of mercy
Of Ar-Rahman?

What else to do,
Then cry the plea of help
For lost mind and heart.
Mashiur Rahman Feb 2021
Your two eyes were looking for me
But I didn't want to keep on eyes
Why? I could not match good answer even today!
May be I have kept my eyes on the darkness
How kindly the darkness is cut and the light slowly shines.

Your two hands were mine
But I didn't want to touch it
Why? I can not match good answer even today!
May be I have held the hand of the great age
I have constantly tried to put the shackles in that hand.

You wanted me by your side
But I didn't want to be by your side
Why? I could not match good answer even today!
May be I have been living side by side with the newcomers
How kindly the new dominates over the old.

@Mashiur Rahman Mashi
How kindly the new dominates over the old.
Mashiur Rahman Jan 2021
In the hustle and bustle of Dhaka city;
I am sitting on Manik Mia Avenue holding the neck of the setting sun.
The polluted air calls out to me,
"Look, the leaves of the trees are busy and covered by the dust layer of the city,
And the crow's feathers look tired!"
"Listen, there are so many types of words around of us. One word 'Want’ in the midst of so many words, has been ringing in my ears from millions of years, from village to village, from city to port, from one civilization to another"
I can touch the word 'Want' but I can't handle it!
Can't hold the collar of the word 'Want"!
The sun goes down again and again without blaming me for the failure, since then ...

Mashiur Rahman Mashi
Hakikur Rahman Nov 2020
Tired traveler
Hakikur Rahman

Tired traveler, wait a little.
You understood until yesterday,
which way you have to go?
You saw until yesterday,
how much emptiness is in the way back?
You heard until yesterday,
the cry of the emptiness?
Tired traveler, wait a little.
Do you know today,
which way you have to go.
Do you know today,
how many ways would you have to cross.
Do you know today,
where do you have to stop?
Tired traveler, wait a little.
Tomorrow after the sunrise,
which way you will cross?
Tomorrow after the sunrise,
you will go to what border?
Tomorrow after the sunrise,
what will be your path?
Tired traveler, wait a little.

— The End —