Just Penned!! – At zero chaos

Coming a long way
I bear a heart heavy
Partly with the roses
And thorns that envy

Steep dip was the journey
Which shed my sins away
At zero chaos in heart
Sprung the peace peak’s way

I’m grateful for Your love
To beat me clean and speck
Wouldn’t call it worst anymore
You are graceful than the luck

Slippery mire of wealth
Had me away from Thee
Just fill my pocket daily
With a heart to save some wee

Of all the showers I’ve drenched of
I like Thy geyser’s warmth
That springs to mother me
Please hold me here I plea

I treasure the scars You’ve given
Those are the craters of love
In which boils the sense of I
The stew of truth and sense of life

Mashook Rahman

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Just Penned!! – The frenzy songsmith

I’m a frenzy songsmith
That has one piece of ore
I hit it hard and hard and hard
To bend it to my score

For it’s a bit of ore
I want some meter more
Bellows to blow a lore
With words from soul galore

O my friend from far and off
Send me winds ashore
Spin for me a tender rug
To dream of Thee some more

My hit on ore makes some rhythm
Come, fit as words in core
Let me make a skilled dagger
To slice some love carol

Long days are shrinking down
My bellows spew some light
I’m fine with this piece of ore and heat
To cut my song so neat

For flutes will sing my heart to You
And bring me back to beat
For I’m a frenzy songsmith
Adept in cutting score

Mashook Rahman

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Just Penned!! – A Dialogue with Him

The last time I kept my pen down
I thought a page was saved
My love for you waged a war
And again a path is paved

I fear not Thy ring of fire
I shall bring twigs for Thy pyre
I dare not to beg for heavens
For your old lovers have shunned it

Were I the chaste Rabiya?!
Were I the romantic Rumi?!
Were I His frenzy Shams?!
Weren’t I any of Thee?!

Yet what drives me to You
Make me sing Your praise
Lunatically long for You
And throng at Your gates?!

O poor scribble pad
Enough of your bluff!
Aren’t you following
Rabiya the chaste?!
She never complained
But with all will awaited my grace

And your Rumi the romantic
Was an adept and a strict disciple
Shams the frantic
Was indulged in my craze

Keep your pen down
Wage war against your wishes
Rise with will and hope
And not with cheap verses anymore

Mashook Rahman

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Just Penned!! – Hail Thy fury

The rumble at a distance
Is getting closer
The roar of a faint thunder
Gaining its voice

Its fury hurls the winds
Harks the heart, with silent grins
Love listens to love
Hail Thy fury! I’m all yours

There it twists
Turns here
Swirling wild
Comes near

At its core
Deluge smiles
Pours itself
Putting off the veils

Deluge healed me into soul
From the mire of flesh
From the ire of self

Humbled in Thy Ark
With Thy immense love
Intent in heart
I’m now glowing
With light supple
I fly…ala..ala..ala..

Mashook Rahman

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Just Penned!! – Love is all

The call of a muazzin
The call of a Rabbi
The call of a holy priest
And all of you
Sounds one to the attuned
Says, “To you bid adieu!”

The keen ears of the heart
Fall on knees to the call
For love is all felt
In the heart that has knelt

Smelting the iron
Melting the ice
Differs the heat
Yet, things change
The call intends the same

Drill into the call
Till its final fall
Beyond the last decibels
There is He; That is all!

Mashook Rahman

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Just Penned!! – In Thy love I’m cast

Tempted to tease you holy wine
With a tempting long blood line
I smile at the cask in the tavern
To break it and swim and divine

Every bubble’s meniscus
Poses a universe and bursts
By the sprinkle of the blast
In Thy love I’m cast

The trauma of Thy love
Hath fetched me a role
With a fine costume
And a stringent parole

Now in Thy tavern
I pick withered stars
I flick some of them
Upon love’s blisters and scars

The temptation is intent
The wine is cold
Boiling blood boils to core
One quick gobble
And make me all Thine!

Mashook Rahman

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Just Penned!! – Life is but a withering date

Life is but a withering date
A journey for a soulful mate
So filled is the heart’s slate
For at times plays the fate

Heart at many stops
Looks for the beloved’s face
Slowly, and slowly sees
The value of faces abate
Heart feels, life is but a withering date

A rumbling heart runs
Divining for the mate
Soul is not the same
Till it meets its date
Verses its views
Life is but a withering date

Felt at a distance
Heard so close
Voice of His mercy
In me invoked
Soul repents
Life is but a withering date

The call is an explicit day
Soul is in hasty foray
Enraptured awaiting soul
Sings in all glee
“Life is but a withering date”

Mashook Rahman

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Just Penned!! – A pail of love’s ash

In peace erupted fury
Dread awe dead dreary
Kills the sin of killing time
In the name of peace

Keep me but at ease
Hath not Thy pyre
Tickle me teased?!

O ring of fire
Descend from the holy heavens
Burn me like the drench of a rain
Strain my sins, skin me again

Till there comes His sheen
Burn me, strain me, skin me again
Shroud me then with His love
Turn to snow on me from above

If this heart has the old love
Dear it for the very treasure
If still it has the filth of the world
Let the fire have all the pleasure

Horns blow, sing hails
A pail of love’s ash sails
O ocean hurl a gale
Sink me in Thy love’s tale

Mashook Rahman

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Just Penned!! – Thy heart’s carrion

Dancing in the brim of Thy chalice
With a heart to plunge into the wine
Thy very color keeps luring
With intoxicating light divine

Taking a plunge through the veil
Then so heady I dream of the vail
The layer beneath, the layer above
Gives the comfort of Thy womb

Mercy, mercy give me a stroll
In the meadows of Thy love too
It is Thy heart’s carrion that cries
Would you need you to woo?!

My steps slip
My words flower
Allured by Thy love
In so many words
I sing one love
Take me under Thy cover

Mashook Rahman

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Just Penned!! – In Thy rhythm

Prior to Thee
I prior Thee
Let my lust
Laugh at me
For it is at loss
And had taken a toss

Thy throne is ready
Come to me!

Crisp and effervescent
Like the freshness of a lyric
I linger in Thy rhythm
In an orbit arbitrary

Let every root bear a bud
With Thy fragrance intent
Spurt beneath and above
Thy exuberance thorough

All the pink veins
Root to my heart
Sings praise of Thee
True to my heart

Come join the song
Thy throne is ready
Fall and cap like snow
Keep me heady

The right wound soul
Is all set in swirl
Let my lust
Laugh at me
Only Thee I behold

Mashook Rahman

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