Just Penned!! – A Blazing Song

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Flame doesn’t flicker for the fly,
It ashes that disturbs!

Flame dances in divine love,
Ashes out that blinds its sight!

Flame swirls like a Dervish;
Swirls for the Lord!

Flame chirps in silence,
A blazing song!

Flame whispers the secret,
For the lovers that long!

Flame doesn’t flicker for the fly,
It ashes that disturbs!

Flame relishes not,
The flies that fall for it!

For it has fallen,
For the light of wisdom!

Flame yearns not for the dawn to break,
It breeds the Sun within!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – List of “Not Applicalbes”

What’s your list of “Not Applicable”?
Most fill it in the place of love
Most fill it in the space for peace
Most fill it when pleaded for mercy
Most fill it when expected of grace
Most fill it when yearned for their time
Most fill it beyond the list’s line

Here’s my list of “Not Applicable”
I fill it when worries woo me
I fill it when self pity arises
I fill it when there rises my ego
I fill it when people infuriate me
I fill it when I’m tried to budge
I fill it when I’m to feel tired of myself
I fill it when others try deciding my life
I fill it when I feel like falling
I fill it when people wish to ignore me
I fill it when I’m tried to be silenced
I fill it when I’m pulled into a bout
I fill it when people want me to doubt
I fill it when people omit me
I fill it when I doubt my mettle
I fill it when my head stays high
I fill it when my heart stays low
I fill it when my soul falls for lust
I’ll fill it out whence, my body falls to dust

Not applicable, not applicable, not applicable
In any sense in my life, negatives are not applicable
In no sense in your life, should they be applicable

The spark and the fire are same in the spirit
Work to light up yourself and ash out all the darkness

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – Blues are Colourful

Blues are colourful!
Blues are colourful!
With hues of love,
Blues are colourful!

Dipped in sorrow,
Bereaved and lost,
Dry in the thirst
I’m dumped in the venom!

On my knees,
I long for Thy breeze,
Greens are blue,
Blues are green!

Bleeding in blues,
I hearken Thy shoes!
Thy light I behold,
In my heart’s blues!

Thy shades add mercy,
To the blues of my soul!
My soul gleams and shines,
In blues for Thy hues!

I ain’t any shrine’s bird,
That sits on the steeples!
I ain’t any mosque’s pigeon,
That coo from the minaret!
I ain’t any temple’s sparrow,
That nestles on the high towers!

My nest is my bereaved heart,
Thy blues are my drink!
I behold Thy shades,
In my heart’s blues,
With hues of love,
Blues are colourful!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – Dictators’ Pens

When the pens of dictators pen,
Foolishness flows in tons!
Preambles will rise to dictate,
The meanest of their fantasies!

When there are pens to note the dictation,
The senses of dictators are pleased!
For their senses or all nonsenses,
Least they bother of others’ consensus!

In a world where the people are mad,
The leaders are bad, and the youth are in fad
Dictators’ pens become the wrath wand
Tuning all the herds to dance to its band

Dictators utter their mind in fear,
But are amused to see people in the rear!
Dictators are bred by the loyal,
Than by the royal!

O numskull civilians,
Arise from thy grave of greed!
Until ye feed on greed’s feces,
Ye can’t erase a drop of the dictators’ ink!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – Hunted by the Heavens!

Hunted by the heaven,
Heart throbs for the seraphines,
To take me to depths
Of the heavenly ravines!

The preachers have tempted me,
Rather than the Lucifer!
I long for the heavenly beauties,
To tie knots forever!

The scripts actually don’t lure
People to the heavens!
They only raise an alarm,
To tame the soul rest in peace!

The lust for heavens,
Is fiery than the hell!
O soul! Try, try, try,
And get out of that spell

Reach to the abyss,
Of your own sins!
When Ye are in the hell,
Why dream of the heavenly rings?!

Crying at birth,
Is for the fall!
No heaven, no hell
Just answer His call!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – A Maze of our Own Ruins

Pills are a joke to pain
At the wicked war fields
When killing is the agenda
Why medicine is on wheels?!

We are a herd of consumers
That the selling nerds need
At falling prices they buy us
With giving some extra feed

When the markets are done
They point their blaming fingers
They bring their common opinion
And bomb the tender ones

We’d bejewel their kennels
As long as we buy all the ****
As long as we buy the lies
As long as we buy them power
As long as we buy them fame

Oh, think who they are!
They are our mistakes naive
Oh, think who they are!
They sprang from the truth we gulped

Oh, think who they are!
They are our selfish shade
Oh, think who they are!
They are our darkest side

Thee hath made the wilderness,
Into a blazing hell!
This is a maze of our own ruins
That pays us in our own coins

O, regretting soul!
Repent once thy foul!
O, regretting soul!
Repent once thy foul!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – I Await the Syllable

I know no music
I know not to pull strings,
Never I’d hit the percussion
Nor the Ney I’ve blown

I await that syllable
To fall from above,
Or erupt from within;
I await that syllable

I await that syllable,
To make that note;
To dawn over the dream,
To keep me afloat!

I await that syllable
Of no pitch, no shrill!
I await that syllable
That cuffs me whole!

I await that syllable
That shrills through my spine
I await that syllable
To shatter me divine

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – The Soul Charmer

There! His notes spring!
The notes charm my soul!
The whiff of His tune stirs!
His tune stirs my soul!

The blanks between the blow,
Stops my soul’s flow!
I keep my head low,
Yet sway to His tune’s glow

Far, from far, afar,
His tune lures me to swirl!
I swirl with a charmed soul,
With desires charred to coal!

The incense of His tune,
I’m taken by, fumes my soul in love!
I fume in love as love,
His charm, harms my being!

Harmed by His charm,
My soul’s dirt whither!
I swim out from the pandemonium,
The pandemonium of lust!

The charmer weaves His tune,
Maze of truth lures me!
The maze of truth lures me out,
From mirage of my very being!

Swirling and swirling,
I shed my very skin!
His tune clogs me,
And sends me within!

I ain’t anymore!
I ain’t anymore!
Find me, but as His tune!
The charmer is, I’m not!

Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – The Bombs Say Amen

There is a new religion,
The name is terrorism!
It has no bias,
It creates only chaos!

It gnaws at the God’s kingdom,
Wants His people to chide Him!
Yet it’s so cowardly,
And seeks His name to hide in!

It’s only prayer is,
To bring His kingdom down!
To make His people stone Him,
And crucify His crown!

The religion of terrorism,
Prays in shells and arms!
Deceiving people with His name,
And takes no blame of the harms!

All the world is losing hope,
His light is to rise and swarm!
The hour is near! The hour is near!
His Mercy will come upon!

Take a turn from cheap discounts,
For the traders are filthy Dons!
What some corner of the market buys,
Rains at another, as shells and bombs!

The world was one with it’s diversity,
Until the hearts were calm!
The clarion call towards uniformity,
Is just another snake charm!

The religion of terrorism,
Fights to snatch our calm!
It’s motive is to rear people,
To further the filthy qualm!

The bombs say amen,
To the Baphomet’s ugly charm!
When God’s mercy dawns upon,
Satan’s charms will melt along!

All we people should hold to our faiths,
We should stand hand in hand!
Mercy is the common code,
That’s in every DNA strand!

Let’s call His mercy upon,
To kill the religion of terrorism!
To free us all from the plague of greed,
To free us from the wrath of the Creed!

Let light bounce back with vigour,
Upon the world of illuminated fear!
The hour is near! The hour is near!
Let all sheep look for the Shepherd to rear!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – When Faith is Toyed

When faith is toyed by injustice
Cloak your heart with patience

When patience is flashed with arms
Hold on to patience with patience

Weapons are the proof of cowardice
Weapons are the tools of the coward

When patience wields it’s might
No arms, no army could fight

The reign of stupids on earth
Will fall to patience’ mirth

The masons of the new world
Would only build their own graves

In the light of love and patience
Will bloom the heavenly grace

The dawn of smile on tender faces
Will spread all over the places

When humble souls rise to power
The game of thrones go doomed forever

The reign of Lord, the beloved
Will feign the reign of the cowards

When faith is toyed by injustice
Cloak your heart with patience

Mashook Rahman
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