Just Penned!! – A Bubble, a Mirage

When the drizzle brushed the rainbow
The sky seemed in all colors
When the drizzle brushed the rainbow
The sun shied into the sombre clouds

The music of the drizzle
Pelted on flowers to wake’em
The cold heart rose in warmth
From the deep of the dark mayhem

Soul, lit in a jiffy
Got the dance of the drizzle
The lit soul’s glee
Lit the rainbow fizzled

All roads led to the rainbow
All clouds shed the drizzle of love
For the soul has lit the rainbow
All clouds shed the drizzle of love

Song of the beloved’s in air
The drizzle, the rainbow, and the song’s in fair
For the soul has lit the rainbow
The song’s into the colors’ affair

Losing into the drizzle, rainbow and the song
The soul has trespassed beyond
Where the null and void is the whole
Where souls find abode in the soul

When the drizzle brushed the rainbow again
Sky seemed in no colors
For sky is a bubble, a mirage

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet


Just Penned! – Am I not Thy tender lamb?!


Floating in the scum of sins
I dream of angel’s wings
It’s bubbles of scum around me
I’m stuck in one of these

Ye poured pure rain on me
I’ve made this miry scum
Ye’ve cared only for me
Yet I’ve felt so very numb

Floating in the scum of sins
I dream of a journey through
It’s stinking pool of sin in me
And my soul’s dry and rough

Ye fed me with the fresh
I’ve bred some filthy flesh
Ye gave me mind so green
I’ve made it mean and mean

Floating in the scum of sins
I dream of a light so whole
It’s all pitch darkness in me
I’m sinking into the hole

Ye shed Thy blood for me
To save my soul from the woe
Ye served the wine of light
I’m drunk of this world to the core

Floating in the scum of sins
I dream of crown and throne
Ye wore the crown of thorn for me
I’m forgetful of the hell prone

Whirling in the pool of sins
I wish I’d be in Thy cloak
Am I not Thy tender lamb
That rushes back to Thy flock?!

Art & Poem

Mashook Rahman

Just Penned: The Felled Feather


I’m a felled feather
No cap deserve me
I’m the only relic
Of that species extinct

Hunters now have a different weapon
They sit in corporate and generate huge data
Servers are the modern chimneys
That the industry smoke through

Man has stopped feeling the soil
He washes his mother as dirt
The costly clogs and hygenic gloves
Have turned his heart cold

He raises voice for the environment
He writes in reams and protest in teams
While few actually feed the feeble
They are ignorant of that species extinct

I’m a felled feather
No cap deserve me
I’m the only relic
Of that species extinct

Poem and Photo: Mashook Rahman

Just Penned!! – Kiss of the Beloved

I feel the kiss of the beloved!
His lips on my frozen cheek
Keep me bleak, keep me bleak!

I feel the kiss of the beloved
On my frozen cheek!
I’m close to His bosom
I’m close to His bosom

I feel the kiss of the beloved
On my frozen cheek!
I feel Him at my heart
I see Him as my thought

I feel the kiss of the beloved
On my frozen cheek!
He sings me a lull
He casts over me a spell

He holds me like a lamb
Covering me with warmth
His kiss shows me the path
I’d have fallen for the wrath

I feel the kiss of the beloved
On my frozen cheek!
I gaze at the world around
I see His mercy abound

He’s everywhere
Cuddling each soul
His kiss and love are fair
Even with souls cold!

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet

Just Penned – Camera and Crime

Cctv, Surveillance, Security, Camera, Safety, Control

Streets were empty,
Heart’s were vigil
Conscience was on patrol
And the nights stayed quiet

The nights’ quiet was cruel
Truth was strangled at nights
The lecherous chose the dark
To gnaw at the victim and bark

Time has grown beyond time
With many tools to record crime
Every street corner has a cam
To tell the world, the crime, scandal and scam

People all, hold a third eye
With a perverted thought to pry
The third eye has gulped the hearts
And have sewn the sense to cry

Crime scenes are available cheap
For the cheap to take a peep
From rape of kids people watch
To see how the daring had their catch

Cams don’t seem to ensure safety
They only feature the civilians nasty
Perverts catch the glimpses tasty
Criminals bet the cams so hasty

Cams are vigil night and day
Eyes are losing compassion
Still hearts watch crime with no pain
Like cams that hang in silence


Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet

Just Penned!! – Trying to make things “better”

When fervent prayers could bring rains
What’s the use of rocket science?!
What have thee found?!
Or what do ye search?!

Postulates are void, when another is proposed!
Ye name thy fall “improvement” and “change”
Ye spread midst people, the innovation mange*
Ye break the nature and do what’s strange

Automation is an illusion
Indeed machines go by command
God is merciful to give autonomy
For us to create near to His creations

Ideas, models, prototypes and the like
Bloom within the human confines
The measures that gauge IQ
Proclaims its limitations

Ye are not the Creator
Nor, the Ultimate source of power
Ye ne’er bout with Him
Trying to make things “better”

But ye have taught me
To see the finesse of creation
The perfection of the creator
The intellect beyond its sense

See! Ye are the best of His creations
Have you paid your gratitude to the date?!
What hath made thee create things useless,
To spoil the earth and rake?!

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet

Just Penned!! – Brew thy Sweat

Bee, Animal, Rose, Flower, Red, Insect, Nectar

Vials of perfumes are many
Bazaars cry wooing the crowd
Vials are crafted with finesse
But, incense is null and void

Rose never claims it’s a rose
It’s humble of the fragrance it throws
Souls swarm after the rose
Rose is humble of the fragrance it throws

Look at thyself, O seeker!
Thee get a light, brighter as thy vision
Look at the roses, O seeker!
Their roots go deep for the fragrance

Bellow thy vision with thy thirst
Let thy fragrance, bring thy beloved near
Why should thee buy incense and wear
Let the fragrance of thy love, kill thy fear

Bazaars sell incense to smear
Incense fall to the sweat’s spear
Brew thy sweat into the fragrance of rose
To keep thy beloved, always close

Hum HuHu.. HuHu

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet

Just Penned!! – The core of the web


I’m stranded between the pages
SEOs behave like CEOs of content
I’m naive enough to search the Internet
Yet, it serves me a lot of data in nano secs

The deluge of records flip me flop
Take me for a toss hip from hop
For search engines take
A “term” not a “thought”

From dictionaries to missionaries
Everything’s on the Internet
That I now believe to search for God
Yes, God on the Internet

Reaching the core of the web
I now think I’m connected
But, Actually I’m spun around
With cooked up information

After learning for years
Life demands to unlearn
Midst the process of unlearning
Career demands to relearn

I now stand stranded
Between the changing standards
I now wonder, why I obeyed
All the voicesless blaggards

Postulates proposed wear out in time
Theories proved become obsolete
Research findings always change
Generations pass half-baked

Why the hell should I be informed
With so many fake reams of data
I feel I’m invested upon with data
And ruthlessly harvested of blood

I wonder, have I a brain to think!
I should search it out on the Internet

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet

Just Penned!! – Answering the Gadget’s Call

Time spent with smartphones, tablets, and computers can impact your ability to get healthy sleep. Turn off handheld devices and televisions at least two hours before bedtime. Try to avoid lying in bed and scrolling through social media and email before bedtime too. (U.S. Air Force photo illustration by Staff Sgt. Jamal Sutter)

Lured by the discounts,
I bought a smart gadget
The gadget was smart
But I thought I was!

The AI Asisstant was another hook
Politely, it made me feed it all about me
It was the last night, I remember I was sane

The gadget served me notifications
And I was pleased, as it reminded me
Forgetful of the fact, my mind was absent
I just looked at my device with all pride

The alarm was strict, and repeated daily
The location setting hinted my office time
My vacation habits, poured in lot of ads
Even my toilet’s tissue was known to the device

The device demanded my company
It kept me connected online
But, I was disconnected from myself
And was answering the gadget’s call

By the day, the device took my memory
By the day, it proved me a numbskull
On the mirror, I only saw a poor foolish being
I doubted my IQ and my personal being

The self-righteous device dictated me
The erroneous notifications frightened me
It was like a typical boss
That made me feel dumb

I lost sleep to answer the device
I lost weight obeying the device
I lost sense of freedom at last
Without the device, I felt vulnerable

Without making a backup
I just flung it on the floor
To save my mettle
To swim out of the boiling kettle

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet

Just Penned!! – Voices are many

Voices are many
What it takes is
A heart to listen

When heart sinks into void
When vanity sings a lullaby
It seldom listens to itself
Yet stays afloat in the scum

Scum of pride makes heart numb
Numbness keeps it deaf and dumb
Scum of lustful blood
Gyrates through the heart dumb

When truth speaks within
And heart’s still dumb
It takes a heart to listen
To get truth summed

Void and vanity toy the heart
Clueless heart enjoys the toss
The voice keeps dunning out
The numb heart never heeds a beat

Naive, novice heart’s glee
Saves it not, nor let it flee
Nibbling all that’s illusionary
Numb heart feels like a luminary

Voice of truth falls into void
Knowing the numb heart
Scum blood gushes, vanity shrills
Truth giggles and spills into silence

Voices are many
What it takes is
A heart to listen

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet