Poems In General
Poems In General
(The only person on earth you need to be accepted by is yourself.)
When you get what you want in the struggle for the self,
And the world makes you king and queen for the day,
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that person has to say!
For it isn't your father, mother, friend or host,
Whose judgement upon you must pass;
The person whose verdict counts the most,
Is the one staring from the glass.
Some may think you are a wonderful chum,
And call you as radiant as the sun;
But if the person in the mirror says you're dumb,
And you can't look him in the eye - you're done.
He is the one to please, never mind the rest,
For he will be with you until the end,
And you will have passed your most difficult test
If the person in the mirror becomes your friend.
You may fool the whole world along the years,
And get pats on your back as the ages you pass,
But your final reward will be jahannam and tears,
If you've cheated the person in the glass.
We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
We spend more, but have less;
We buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families;
More conveniences, but less time;
We have more degrees, but less sense;
More knowledge, but less judgment;
More experts, but more problems;
More medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much,
Smoke too much,
Spend too recklessly,
Laugh too little,
Drive too fast,
Get too angry too quickly,
Stay up too late,
Get up too tired,
Read too seldom,
Watch TV too much,
And pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom and lie too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life;
we've added years to life, not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back,
But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.
We've conquered outer space, but not inner space;
We've done larger things, but not better things;
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul;
We've split the atom, but not our prejudice;
We write more, but learn less;
Plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait;
We have higher incomes; but lower morals;
More food but less appeasement;
More acquaintances, but fewer friends;
More effort but less success.
We build more computers to hold more information,
to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication;
We've become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion;
Tall men, and short character;
Steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare;
More leisure and less fun;
More kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce;
Of fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips,
And pills that do everything from cheer,
It is a time when there is much in the show window
And nothing in the stockroom.
Indeed it's all true.
With Your Name, O Our Lord!
With Your Glory and Mercy,
Like the trembling leafs in the wind,
For Your Eternal Grace, we pray.
Sure Your Aid is our remedy
Our shelter is Your Mercy
Hands are turned to only You
Your Love is our eternal strength.
From You came all kindness
The Wisdom that cancels darkness
Glorified is Your Name;
To You belongs the whole existence
Now "I can hear", they all praise You,
Even the deepest silence.
With Your Help arise new hopes
With Your Love leave all sorrows
Exalted is Your Name,
Sure You love us,
Pour on us Your Mercy;
Bestow Your Eternal Grace.
by : Abdullah
Allah's House is today my destiny
To the Ka'bah and the blessed city
To which I turn my face in prayer
But today I travel and journey there
Small world! Behind I gladly leave you
Your worldly comfort I give no thought to
I trek forward determined to strive
Ready to climb the mountains to arrive
Though my hands are bare and empty
My heart is full of Allah's Bounty
And patience, from Allah, I humble request
To be my friend in this life's test
For each Muslim must undertake
The sacred pilgrimage for Allah's sake
This duty is our invitation
From Allah, to show our dedication
There bows a beautiful congregation
Mankind, together in supplication
And equal is every colour and person
In Islam no race is chosen ...
Then after the Hajj is over
And we have gone away
Make dua to Allah to take us back some day
And after the Hajj is finished
And we are home to rest
Give Praise and thanks to Allah
Who honoured us as His guest.
There was a time in my youth,
When Islam was only a custom.
They said "say La IIaha IIIa Allah, ...
And pray, you'll go to Heaven."
Ah, how simple,
No struggle in this,
Just a word, and simple act.
Thereafter I'm absolved in this world,
With my 'assured' place in Paradise intact.
But this was not to be my fate
For ALLAH chose to guide my heart.
I learnt of a man who struggled so hard
When his mission was difficult from the start.
The story of someone who had morals,
Spoke gently, kindness as he knew.
Never fearing to say what is right,
His conviction in ISLAM was true.
The touch of his hand was as soft as silk
To comfort the crying child. To mend his clothes,
or do the chores, Never complaining, he always smiled.
A living he made with his bare hands,
The same that held his mighty sword.
Valour shone from the edge of his blade,
Every heart and soul he adored.
His smell was always of musk,
And cleanliness he kept at his best.
Stark contrast with the heroes of today,
Who stink of beer and sweat.
He held the hands of his companions.
Unashamed to play with small children.
So modest, so humble, a perfect example,
That even a stranger could recognise him.
His eyes slept very little,
For nights were precious,
His prayers he treasured much greater.
To wake and pray in the depths of night,
Seeking forgiveness, and being nearness his Creator.
He broke his tooth for me at Uhud,
And bled for me at Ta'if.
He cried for me, tears of concern,
Just so I could have this belief.
His enemies admired his teachings,
Uniting every religion, every clan.
Till ISLAM came to every corner of the world,
Yet, indeed, he was only a man.
To own a house, or build his wealth
Was not his main priority.
To establish ISLAM was more essential,
To bring us under a Higher Authority.
Don't you want him to plea for your case,
When before ALLAH, The Judge, you stand?
Don't you wish to be around his fountain,
A burning desire to drink from his hand?
So love him more than all creation,
Our Leader, OUR Humble Prophet.
Muhammad (SAWW) was a mercy to all mankind,
And to me, he is MY BELOVED !
Salawaat ala Muhammad wa ale Muhammad
It was peak of the mischief and virtues in chains;
Just laws were sacked with rules insane;
As the tyrants on the rise, and mass confused,
offered lust with lies, and faith abused.
Thus the signs indicated, and time dictated.
Some souls elevated as Husayn(a.s) navigated;
a seed of the Prophet (P) and the sight of his Parents (a.s);
that time in deluge, he was ark so apparent.
In the Name of God, for the sake of Islam;
for the freedom of life and soul of Islam;
gave greatest sacrifice, but not his hands,
with the members of his kin and many of his friends.
Hur, Muslim and the friends those hearts so pure;
they offered their lives as shield and cure;
thus tyrants came forth from the curtain way old;
then peace was bought and lives were sold.
And daring in the manners were the two young brothers;
in the boldness of their moves were the teachings of a mother;
Shone Aun and Muhammad with the valor known as Haider (a.s);
Those children were slain not the feeling of the mother.
With a message from his father was Qasim bin Hassan (a.s);
a radiant jewel of Islam was this glowing young son;
but Qasim into pieces with a bride day old;
on the sand in heat it was savage and cold.
Then the pride of the Hashims rode back from the river;
and the tyrants made sure that he did not deliver;
they cut off his arms, but spirit was set;
till an arrow hit the bag, only eyes got wet.
Fell Abbas (a.s) from the horse, with no hands for support,
then Husayn (a.s) rushed to shore for a brother's end resort;
those children who waited with the patience were told;
and thirst in the camp was three days old.
Soon Akbar cam down with spear in his chest;
which a father had to pull so severe was the test;
He was image of the Prophet(P), and the life of Husayn(a.s),
He was vision of a mother and the eyes of Husayn (a.s)
Now the Leader was alone as he called for the help,
then a baby fell down; a response from the crib!
This thirsty, pure, infant was a son of Imam,
Who, acknowledged his father and the call of Imam.
Thus Husayn (a.s) brought him for some water in the field,
and showed them baby's dried lips and appealed;
but the six months old got an arrow so thick,
that turned him over and tore his neck.
Ali Asghar went to sleep, with his father and no fear;
with the cradle on the fire, and their head on spear;
and the mother's empty hand, with the tear dried eyes,
who looked for the baby to sing lullabies.
And a sister by the camp saw the horror of this trip;
as a knife tore the neck, where the Prophet (P) put his lips
earth in grief, roared heavens and mourned,
Sand turned red when Husayn (a.s) was torn.
And a child full of tears with her tiny bleeding ears,
bruises on her face and her thirst so severe;
She ran for her father who laid beheaded,
and cried for the uncle for help she needed;
Syeda Zainab (a.s) looked for her in the sadness of that night;
did inquire every soul in the land of the plight;
but Sakina was sleeping on the chest of a body;
with the love of the father, from the fragrance of his body.
Then the camp pushed down, while flames went up;
little children rushed out, as their dresses lit up;
it was night full of cries and the innocent quests;
shattered were the dreams and broken were the nests.
All defenses laid to rest, after trials and the tests;
left to face, one Imam, even history would detest,
who fainted with the illness faced torture and torment;
a Master of the pious and devotees' ornament.
Lashes on his back heavy chains on Imam;
but ladies were the prisoners, was the wound of Imam;
no chador for them but their rope tied arms;
and grief soared high from Kufa to Shaam.
But, the daughter of Ali (a.s) challenged, miseries with the messages;
with the families in bazaars, and deadly courts of savages;
With the depth of the patience and the Zenith of Bravery;
Islam was rescued for ever from the slavery.
Shame on you Time. Shame on you as a friend.
From the time of day’s dawning, ‘till the time it does end,
How many a companion will be a corpse; cold; stilled; dead?
Time won’t be pleased with a stand-in instead.
The matter will rest with The Great, Mighty One.
And everything living must go too; one by one.’
Shame on you Time. Shame on you as a friend. From the time of day’s dawning, ‘till the time it does end, How many a companion will be a corpse; cold; stilled; dead? Time won’t be pleased with a stand-in instead. The matter will rest with The Great, Mighty One. And everything living must go too; one by one.’
Shame on you Time. Shame on you as a friend. From the time of day’s dawning, ‘till the time it does end, How many a companion will be a corpse; cold; stilled; dead?
Time won’t be pleased with as a stand-in instead. The matter will rest with The Great, Mighty One. And everything living must go too; one by one.’
By : a Lament of Imam Husayn (a.s), Recited the night before the masacre of Karbala
These words I jot down, 'cos I shudder with fear
At the thought that young Muslims can sleep without prayer
That to close ones eyes can be as easy as pie
Thinking that prayer is a ritual, outdated, should die
You stupid young kid, you must be as dumb as a log,
For you have forsaken your freedom, to be lead like a dog!
Have you the faintest idea what will happen to you
When you rot in your grave with the worms gnawing through!
When your body is dust, your flesh rotted away, "GAME OVER" is flashing,
And no more credits to play!
Then the sun will explode and the mountains will sway
And the whole of creation will rise on that day!
The angels will fly, like moths to a flame,
And you'll tear from the earth, to explain your life's game!
Blackened to a char will be the skin on your face,
Your friends will desert you, there won't be a trace,
Iblis will be laughing, with a stitch on his side, because you were too STUPID, to get off his ride.
The wealth of this world, took you for its bride Its too late kid, its HELL for you inside.
A fire so hot, that the boulders will burn like a match exploding, it'll soon be your turn. If only you had that chance to repent,
You'd soon reconsider all the time that you'd spent!
And there will stand people, against whom you did tease,
'cos their sajdah did scare you, filled you with unease
While you tried to disown them, like a infectious disease,
Now you toss in the flames, while they cool in the breeze
In the line of eternity, your life is a dot a hundred years, just a twinkle,
Is all that you've got, 5 minutes of prayer! Not worth the time?
Against your soul you've committed the greatest crime!
Prayer is not for your God, He does not need your words its for you to remember that your greatness ain't yours! When you put that big head on the humblest of dust,
Its your heart that you clean, all tarnished with rust!
You connect your soul with creations' Great Light Even the darkest of hearts
Can be left shining bright You remove all the sin, and Shaitan's whispering words and you slash evil's hold, with the greatest of swords.
Prayer is the path from earth to the sky,
From a caterpillar you'll become a bright butterfly.
Prayer makes you remember that you ain't all that hot
And that your life really starts, when your flesh starts to rot
Prayer is that link to the mother from the womb
Prayer is the guardian that protects you in the tomb.
Prayer untangles your life, like a comb through your hair
Against the fire of hell, it's the only cloak you can wear
So understand kid! To skip prayers is not cool,
Its so stupid, so mad, you must be a fool
It's like crossing a desert without water to drink
Just open your eyes kid, just sit back and think!
This world is a lie, this world is game
Like a poisonous snake, which you never can tame
And just as you turn you back on what's right
Fangs will leap from the darkness, and in your neck bite
As you lie in your coffin, facing the sky,
Your life will flash past, a twinkle in your eye
You'll scream as the truth is slowly unveiled
- its too late, mate. This one you've failed.
On the day of Judgment the angel will say ...
"Allah is The Creator
For now and for later
He had given you the choice of which path to choose
So you can either win or lose
Losing causes much loss
Which reminds you of who is boss
You spent your life giving others joy
And acting like a very good boy
On the Day of Quiyamat
To you has been sent lots of laanat
But now of course it is too late
Because you fell for the devil's bait
Do not give excuses now
For you had been given the choice and been told how
In choosing the right path you did not do a good job
And now you must forever sob
You did good only for others' sight
And forgot about the eternal light
Your future was in your own palm
But you choose not to abide by Islam
Instead you followed Shaitan and his friends
And this is how your life ends
Now you may proceed to hell fore that is where you belong
And be prepared to remain there for a time which is long
You do not seem much affected
Do you realize that the place you are going is severely infected
There are many, many lakes
Filled with scorpions and snakes
You will be put in much pain
Which will make you insane
You will burn in the eternal fire
And the pain will never cease with tire
You will meet many there
Some of whom you are heir
Others will soon follow you
Because of the things they choose not to do
Not all will come to you though
For they have somewhere else to go
They will be rewarded for their deeds
And for taking Islam into heed
They asked you to follow
But indeed your head is hollow
Now in hell you are stuck
While the devil wishes you luck
You had already been given the chance
And now you must face the lance
Now it is too late to pray
For in hell you will lay
Go on now you unfortunate man
From heaven you are banned"
By : Masuma Fatima Hussain
God saw you were getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around you
And Whispered, "Come to me."
With tearful eye we watched you,
And saw you pass away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
By : Aliakber B. Kassam
It's not enough to have a dream
unless I'm willing to pursue it-
It's not enough to know what's right
unless I'm strong enough to do it-
It's not enough to join the crowd
to be acknowledged and accepted-
I must be true to my ideals,
even if I'm left out and rejected-
It's not enough to learn the truth
unless I also learn to live it-
It's not enough to reach for love
unless I care enough to give it.
I'd give her my life just so that
she'd live longer
I'd give her my strength
to make her stronger
I'd take away her tears
so that she'd never cry
I'd take away her frowns
so that her smile could never die
I'll always be there for her
when ever she needs me
If I could I'd give her happy thoughts
that only she could see
Though one of these days
she'll be gone
she'll always be my mom
with every day that goes on
Around the corner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone
And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine.
If, we were younger then,
Now we are busy, tired friends.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say,"I will call on Jim"
"Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes.
The distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner - yet miles away!
"Here's a telegram sir - Jim died today."
That's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
If you love someone, tell them. Remember always to say what you mean. Never be afraid to express yourself. Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you.
Seize the day and have no regrets. Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today and are what it's all about anyway.
Pass this along to your friends. Let it make a difference in your day and theirs. The difference between expressing love and having regrets is that the regrets may stay around forever.
There's something in a simple hug That always warms the heart;
It welcomes us back home And makes it easier to part.
A hug's a way to share the joy And sad times we go through,
Or just a way for friends to say They like you 'cause you're you.
Hugs are meant for anyone For whom we really care,
From your grandma to your neighbor,
Or a cuddly teddy bear.
A hug is an amazing thing - It's just the perfect way
To show the love we're feeling But can't find the words to say.
It's funny how a little hug Makes everyone feel good;
In every place and language, It's always understood.
And hugs don't need new equipment,
Special batteries or parts -
Just open up your arms
And open up your hearts.
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