Just Penned!! – At the nth of infinity

I’m “x” for you, and I’m at the nth of my value
I guess I’m larger than the largest of numbers
I’m invariably variable,
And people die to find my value

When divided to zero, I’m the reminder
When divided, I’m the divisive quotient
When divided, I multiply at large
When divided, I leave you at awe

I’m so whole, that I’m not further divisible
I’m so large, that I’m no further visible
I’m so complex that no decoding possible
I’m so compound that none reaches the core

I can’t be assumed
I can’t be assigned a value
I’m not what you assume or assign
I’m that you can’t guess that’s divine

No tangents touch my center
No measures exist to my diameter
I don’t fix into shapes
I’m not from the planet of the apes

See! I’m immaculate
See! I’m hard for you to calculate
Assign not yourself a limit
You are the “x”,
Find your value to find mine!

At the nth of infinity
What could be the value of “x”?!

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet

Just Penned!! – If not for unity

I’m not neatly dressed
I don’t deserve a square meal
I’m a deserted soul depressed
To walk tall, I should kneel

The tankers I saw in News
The bombings I read in papers
Are just foot away from me
My freedom is being left over

The pride of living in a nation
Has diminished being on the sidewalk
The queue at the forces’ ration
Hurts my esteem and shuts my talk

Excluded from the tables
That allied to rain bombs
I’m roaming puzzled midst the shambles
With tears rolling to quench tombs

The elite camouflaged beings
Invest people to rig the world out;
Wage war with their savings,
And dump them into common graves

The seed of venom
Has creeped neath the hearts
For the want of vanity power
Corpses fight tough and hard

To teach history,
And excavate pride
Wars are waged,
Reasons are staged

Stop planting the mines
Let the shed blood dry
If not for unity
Pass on to let live with dignity

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet

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