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

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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

Just Penned!! – There is the call

There is a call
I know what it has to say
There is a call
I never want to let it say

There is a call
I evade it every time
There is a call
I give excuses to

There is a call
To take me to tranquil and peace
There is a call
To unchain my burden and ease

There is a call
I heed not to it
There is a call
I choose to hide from it

There is a call
To set me free from me
There is a call
Towards the light and its glee

This is the call
I feared I might respond to
There is the call
I’ll take it and never turn up

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet