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 Reason to Blow Up

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Shells and words are alike
They take a hideout in the mind
They seek for a reason to blow up
They are innocent to attack the innocents
They go calm after making a qualm

They destruct in resonance, yet disown
They make a spell, as well as a hell
They lash and smash at ease
They make and break the peace

When words call the shells
Shells fall on the timid’ knees
Both silence the truth
With their shattering noise

The naive’s words are the shells
The coward speak in shells
Courage is not raining shells
Courage is embracing with love

You’ve made many scars on your mother
Yet ye say, thee love her!
Haha..!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – Roses don’t drink blood

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The torch of hatred fumes
Drinking gallons of venom
Decibels of words shout peace
With throats groaning in vengeance

The pieces of lands called nations
With the selfish crowned as patriots
Blowing the horns of valor
For cowardly, cowardly wars

Wouldn’t anthems that praise your soil,
Lend ears to respect the neighbors’?
Wouldn’t the crops of your cherished soil,
Nourish the tots of the neighbors?

Mother earth say thee!
Why bring her on her knees?!
Ye shan’t soak her in blood,
And claim to be her beloved!

Roses don’t drink blood,
Lotus never plunders the pond
Why would you ruin your home,
To make your reign over the corpse?!

The seas of the earth are seas
The blood of the people is blood
There is no bounds, but for the heart
All hearts throb with one beat

If your beat skips the rhythm of love,
Better seize to exist!
Better seize to exist!
Better seize to exist!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – The Big Foe

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It’s a suicide shot
I fell by my side
The big foe laughed at me
The big foe laughed at me

The dream shattered at once
I sat up, like a dunce
Slowly, very slowly
I peeled the web off the dream

The big foe was there
With an ugly gaze and stare
Gnawing too rudely
He giggled at me like a flare

The big foe did that
Gave a pat on my back
Wiped the sweat of guilt
He soothed me of my sins

The big foe fed me
With reasons for my wrongs
The big foe gave a hug
And led me through new wrongs

The big foe lulled me
I slept on his lap
The big foe threatened me
Of my sins he had a track

At once, I had a shock
I froze like a rock
He gifted me a gun
But smiled like a nun

It’s a suicide shot
I fell by my side
The big foe laughed at me
The big foe laughed at me

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – With those pink paws

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All I want is a bit of myself,
With those pink paws
That left no tread marks

With those closed fists
That were pure from sinners’ lists

With that umblical cord
That connected me with the God

With that content of silence
That kept my contented conscience

With that open heart
That only remembered Him

With that clenched teeth
That never uttered a lie

With that nimble mind
That had no bias

With those cool eyes
That saw everything of the skies

With that piece of wisdom
That I never revealed

With that moment of truth
I’m void of now!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – I Never Go Empty

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I’m the spout
I spring with Thy love
I never go empty
As my content is Thee!

Thy mercy fills in for me
I go into the banished realms, leaving Thee!
Ye are the wine inebriated
None could tell Thy realm’s taste

In love, I’m left spell bound
Yet Thy rhythm flows deep in me
I hearken like a bereaved soul
Yet dance to Thy beat,
With every drop of my soul

Ye made me long for Thee
The longing is the blessing indeed
This is a blessing bare and bare
For in love disguise is unfair

None on the streets know
In what I’m drenched
None in the trenches know
In what I’m fenced

I’m the spout
I spring with Thy love
I never go empty
As my content is Thee!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – I wish the Beloved be!

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No water can cleanse me
Except the tears that roll out of love
No water can cleanse me
Except the bereaved tears for the departed

No water can cleanse me
Except the tears in the thought of the beloved
No water can cleanse me
Except the spilled spittle of the beloved

No water exists that can cleanse me
Except the sweat of communion with the Beloved
No water exists that can cleanse me
Except the dampness of the Beloved’s feet

I’m unkempt, messy and scruffy
But feel groomed in the thought of the Beloved
I’m sinful, filthy and nasty
But gleam redeemed in the thought of the Beloved

I wish the Beloved be!
I wish the Beloved be!
I wish the Beloved be!
Not me! At once!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – The Prison of Faith

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Not chained down!
Not locked in!
But for the fear,
I’m almost near!

No bars around,
Mercy fills abound
I love lying still,
In the prison of faith!

My awestruck eyes
Keep seeing Him
At once so near,
At once afar

Nothing parts
Nothing binds
There He is, clear!
There He is, blinding!

I’m frozen in faith
In love with the prison
I pray not to be set free
From His cozy, cozy cuddle

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – Slums of the Earth

Slums of the earth are habituated dump yards
Where the selfishness of rich is dumped
Poor make ends meet with plasters;
Plasters that are often expired!

Recyclable wastes make their rooves,
Make their living and their lives!
Recycled things never reach the rich homes
Anything recycled isn’t mercy in real!

Slums of the earth are habituated dump yards
Dumped with greedy and fools
The greedy keep running with the fortunes
Followed by the chasing fools

Earth, is not a slum in real,
It stinks with the greedy’s stools!
What the hell are we gonna learn,
From selfish and greedy schools?!

Mashook Rahman
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