Just Penned!! – Mute Music to Bloom

The lovelorn reeds in the flesh
Long for the kiss of truth
For the spark to spill and light
For the mute music to bloom into life

Blood is cold, having lost the light
The warmth of which keeps it alive
O light spill, burn all the flesh!
O light spill, leave no ashes but You!

Let the lovelorn reeds
Blast in Thy hymn of love
Let the blood drain
Unto Thy feet in love

Let Thy wisdom erupt
To burn the bliss of ignorance
Let Thy wisdom erupt
To burn the sense of existence

Efface me with Thy mercy
To face Thee
To see Thy true being
To be lost in Thee

Leave such bits of me
To only feel Thee!
Leave such bits of me
To only feel Thee!

To float in Thy rhythm
Losing all the waves of noise
Deep into the realm of love
Where even silence doesn’t dwell

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – Stripped of Ignorance

 

It was a drop spilled
The paper made it a blot
The heady pen spilled it haughty
Tells the blot, the plot

Wisdom is not the ink spilled
The paper is not thirsty either
Flowing is a property
As sucking it is!

Between the nib and the paper
The void drunk ink is sparked
To spill out forming a blot
To stay quiet of the calming part

The paper stops the ink’s wisdom
Ink moves no further, seldom!
The pen is not wise either
Wisdom slips into the air, into the ether

Of all the drops of ink spilled
Of all the blots, papers drink
None know the its sense
Like the hands that buy them and sell

It is at last like verses penned
To teach how great was silence
It is at last like vows pronounced
To stay quiet in lasting silence

The pen, the paper and the blot
Have told me all these quietly
I have listened to silence
Yet to discern this being’s misery

Stripped of ignorance
I lay all bare
I’m the blot
O mercy! Make some verses
Out of me!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – There is Mercy..

There is mercy..
Not any door that keeps it
There is mercy..
No need to knock at it

There is mercy
That hearts are ignorant of
There is mercy
Of which, senses make no sense

There is mercy
Beyond the bounds
There is mercy
Bound by His words

There is mercy
That the eyes of lovers see
There is mercy
That the lovers heed to

There is mercy
That takes no form
There is mercy
In all beings and forms

There is mercy
That chokes every blight
There is mercy
That gives warmth and light

There is mercy
Bleak and bright
There is mercy
His right and might

There is mercy
There is mercy
There is mercy

Stop! Live it!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – Save Some Fragrance

The minarets keep calling
The heart is ignorant
Time keeps drying into void
The ground is warm to welcome

Dust kneaded into being
Wanders with lust over the crest
Every call to victory is dusted off
Every call of the hell answered

So great to lose the Lord
So timid in bowing to Lucifer
Humans, what a piece of benign tumor!
A piece of pitiable humor

All the world battered
Wisdom in utter misery
Mystics favor Alchemy
For the shit of guinea pigs

Love for Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)
Withered by the day
The rubbles of a ruined mosque
Is all here today

The right have become meek
The noise of hell is at peak
The call is on, call is on
With faded truth’s streak

Truth is always venomed
Slandered, slained and hanged
Yet truth stays eternal
To deliver souls from wrath

What a fool is this heart
To tread towards the wrath
To strive to be offered to satan
To drive the herd off the path!

Beware!
The minarets keep calling
The ground is warm to welcome
Turn towards victory
To save some fragrance of your soul!

Mashook Rahman
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Note: This is a reminder to myself to adhere to prayers… Pray for me brothers and sisters of all faith.

Just Penned!! – The Drenched Fakir

O greedy masses!
Behold not a fakir as poor
Ye shall not see
The bounty the heart awaits

Neither the scents of the heavens
Have lured them
Nor the horror of the hells
Have frightened them

The Beloved is dear to the bosom
The fakir is drenched in His love, awesome!
The earth’s puddle hath not the water
That quenches the heart’s quarter

The heart that mills love
Milks love for the Beloved
The heart lays soaked in love
For the Beloved to drink it whole

The zikr of the Beloved
Hath wiped all the sorrows
The heart hath felled the Cupid
And all his lustful arrows

The world is poor to see
The fakir’s heart and its glee
The world is poor to see
And throws pennies wee

For the bounty that the heart awaits
The eyes are ignorant of the world
The ears are ignorant of the noise
Of the pennies thrown with pride

The cloak of the fakir is torn
The face is bereaved, lovelorn
The heart mourns its existence
Awaits the Beloved’s presence

O greedy masses!
Behold not a fakir as poor
Ye shall not see
The bounty the heart awaits

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – The Hour is Near…

Time has never been in the clock
Nor it dwells in the hour glass locked
We are in the hour already
The sand is falling in haste

The hour is near; The hour is near
The hour is near its close
We will have what we lived for
What we have chose to lose!

The debates will have no slot
The blood will come to clot
The restless veins of vengance
Will come to stop to stop

The hour is near, the hour is near
The hour of truth is near
The words, oaths and doctrines will fall
The hearts will grasp plain truth

The glass filled with mirage will crack
And the hour of truth will crawl through

Pray everyday to stand by the truth
For none in any faith is righteous
Keep your eyes off the bias
To see truth through faith

Pray everyday to stand by the truth
For mercy to descend to the heart
To fill the eyes of faith
To wipe the bias within
To fade time into truth
To fade time into truth

We are in the hour already
Keep your eyes off
From the richest of the miracles
Performed by darkest of the spells

Truth is truth and not a cheap miracle
Truth is truth and not a false promise
Truth is truth and does not glitter
Truth is truth that only lovers see

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – He Knows All The Cards

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He knows all the cards
He knows all their places
He knows He shuffled them
He knows the order they fall
He never stops them anyway

He knows all the cards
He knows the deck very well
He knows He created them
He never gambles anyway

He knows all the cards
He knows which is with what
He knows how they’ll turn up
He never paves a hard way

He knows all the cards
He knows what’s on the card
He knows He shuffled them
Yet He let them pair

He knows all the cards
He knows all the cards
Never gamble with Him… never!
Its His game anyway!!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – Amazed by the Maze!!

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O soul! Aren’t thee amazed by the maze?!
The seed of the first fruit bitten
Hath woven this maze for the mused
Have not thee known thy eyes
That sleeps in lust open awide?!

The slumber prolonged
The loitering that wronged
Wake from thy fake wakefulness
Mute the lull of Lucifer within

Damn not the spirit of thy Spirit
Rock not to the howl of the owl
The rooves of the bats are not thy home
The husky deception guides thee wrong

Seek for silence through penance
Heed not to the lure to penchant
Seek for silence through penance
Heed not to the lure to penchant

Aren’t thee guilty of thy fallen wings?!
Aren’t thee ashamed to live in the rings?!
The message of peace lays wrecked there
You bosom thy lust with wicked care!

Come out of the virtual pool
No bit of this world is real
Come out of thy learning and lessons
No bit of this world is real

Stop believing the virtual
Believe, thy being is virtual
Peel thyself to feel tender spirit
Peel thyself to feel tender spirit

O fellow soul, feel the call!!
Rise from the fall!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – The fruit of fruit

At last we settled with an apple
With no wisdom about the forbidden fruit
The first settled dispute
That still keeps us brute

The fruit bitten must be so venomous
The venom still runs in veins
Our father must have refrained
Getting the sense of mercy divine

Has every Adam eaten the same,
For every Eve’s excuse lame?
Yet have kept the fruit’s name
And have given apple the blame!!

What sin has the apple committed
To bear the dreadful name
Was it the apple in real?
That ate Adam and the dame?

Who ate whom?
What was the serpent’s room?
Why did the sky dawn the doom?
When would His mercy kill the gloom?

Whatever be the truth
The fruit of the fruit
Is still sour!
O mercy… pour!!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – The Link

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Mending the iron hot
I was hastily making a chain
To throw beyond the skies
To reach the heavenly plain

Pulling thick iron streaks
Cutting them for chain link
My haste crakcled with creaks
With naive selfish stink

Time fizzed as the chain grew
Haste grew as the chain grew
Striking and linking the bits
I was sinking into a dark abyss

One tamed link
Jumped off the links
Sparkled me with its glint

Every link met its other end
Seemed complete and needless be mend

With elixir of truth, brimming to surface
I kindled the blazing furnace
Threw back all the links of the chain
And put off the desire for the heavenly plain

Mashook Rahman
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