tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4862014152038659862024-02-08T18:46:51.671+05:00by rabbaniarabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-47719285886881664812024-01-24T08:43:00.000+05:002024-01-24T14:23:18.770+05:00Moods<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<em>MOODS</em><br />
There I am......... in the fallen leaves,<br />
Scattered on the floor,<br />
And sometimes in the wild breeze,<br />
That blows on the shore,<br />
I sometimes cry with the dark clouds,<br />
That hover around the moon,<br />
Or maybe fret with the restless rays,<br />
Miserable at noon.<br />
I ripple with the merry stream,<br />
That sings its way along,<br />
And fly away with the gentle wind,<br />
That blows through night and morn.<br />
I find myself in all these things,<br />
And yet I feel alone,<br />
Trapped as if in a cage,<br />
Of flesh and blood and bone!</div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-18002049131278361082024-01-24T00:30:00.000+05:002024-01-24T14:26:13.283+05:00buried alive <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I remember each day that I had "died",<br />
The sorrow had been too much.<br />
Away from life my soul had fled,<br />
But the body lived on and I cried.<br />
<br />
My senses did I still use on,<br />
And made some efforts as such,<br />
But they say I am a thing as the dead,<br />
Apart from the living I am torn.<br />
<br />
As if, for me, the grave were best,<br />
My efforts have no-one touched,<br />
More and more of my being has now been shed,<br />
And the soul craves a deeper rest.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><p> </p></div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-60497897649717127682024-01-23T11:30:00.000+05:002024-01-24T14:40:34.062+05:00Yearning <p>In hours of quiet solitude,<br />My heart brings forth your visage,<br />Of a dearly loved companion, <br />Like a prayer or like a yearning.</p><p>I am sometimes full of gratitude, <br />As I face my personal kaaba,<br />Sometimes pour out my sorrows, <br />And sit before you sobbing, </p><p>When I sit in a state of beatitude, <br />Your magical glance adorns me, <br />With comfort and consoling,<br />And a calming Grace descending.</p><p>You seem to speak of fortitude, <br />Yet gently and with love, <br />Your shade of true perceptions <br />Is love I see glimmering. </p><p><br /></p>rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-36978027948232577462023-12-06T22:30:00.000+05:002024-01-24T14:45:43.004+05:00An Empty Bottle ( written many years ago for an old mai )<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
An empty bottle,<br />
Like an old woman,<br />
Like a broken possession,<br />
Waiting to be cast aside,<br />
Weeping over a happy life.<br />
Broken, shattered, wanted no more,<br />
In small brittle pieces, it lies on the floor,<br />
To watch itself passed by,<br />
Till wretchedly its soul does cry,<br />
And then in agony, and bitter spite,<br />
It pierces, pricks and bites!!</div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-20550127969010324402023-12-04T01:19:00.000+05:002024-01-24T14:44:43.198+05:00The UnReal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A piece of wood adrift on the ocean ,<br />
Tossed by the waves with destiny uncertain ,<br />
Colour fading , into thin air ,<br />
A breeze dying , oh despair !<br />
The moon passing behind a cloud ,<br />
A smile turning into a frown ,<br />
A flower falling to the dust ,<br />
A song ending, ...... as it must .<br />
<br />
Suddenly , I felt withered and old ,<br />
My vision seemed to be dim , weak seemed my hold ,<br />
My arms wrinkled , my back bent,<br />
Lord where had all those years been spent !</div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-58534021104858023612023-11-16T21:43:00.000+05:002023-11-19T12:39:01.374+05:00the poverty-stricken clan ( in a public hospital )<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
They line up in a queue,<br />
The godly doctor passes by,<br />
Has time for, "Just a few",<br />
Each awed, longing eye,<br />
Reflecting years of misery,<br />
And grief yet to be.<br />
Their ghastly diseases mocking,<br />
The humility of man,<br />
Striking the vulnerability,<br />
Of the poverty- stricken clan.<br />
Callously being told diagnoses,<br />
Of disability and failing vision!<br />
Hearing , "Too Late!"........................<br />
With such humility and submission!!</div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-88335849327789312982023-11-10T08:00:00.000+05:002023-11-14T21:43:38.695+05:00Whatever Will Be ( Written several years ago )<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Will I be as forlorn as that</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> old man sitting there,<br />
Will every wrinkle hide a sorrow I've had to bear,<br />
Will every breath come as a painful sigh,<br />
Will I have that same look of longing in my eye?<br />
OR<br />
Will I have memories sweet,<br />
Will every moment I love to meet,<br />
Will there be love every day,<br />
Will life turn out just as I prayed?<br /><br /><br /></div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-16701289560185333692023-10-23T14:15:00.000+05:002023-10-24T12:01:23.689+05:00Arriving at mystical Islam ( sufism )<p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;">Must I try to pray perfectly,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Must I cleanse my heart well,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Does it matter to God Almighty</div><div style="text-align: left;">Will He cast us into Hell ?</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div>Must I deal with matters perfectly,<br />Must I clear the sub-conscious well?<br />It won't affect The Great Almighty,<br />Does He care on what I dwell?<br /><br />Such thoughts I always pondered,<br />And could not understand,<br />How <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">trivials</span> of mine mattered,<br />In God Almighty's Plan.<br /><br />One day I planned an event,<br />Up-coming and really grand,<br />I summoned all my servants,<br />And I did reprimand!<br /><br />I made them clean every cob-web,<br />And polish the cutlery,<br />"You must do this really well,<br />You must do this perfectly"<br /><br />I stopped as I remembered,<br />And now I understand,<br />Why little efforts matter,<br />However Vast His Plan.<br /><br />What matters to God is our heart,<br />And its polish and purity,<div>The One imbued in the part,</div><div>One in Love, in Truth, and Beauty<br /><div><br /></div><div>All Energy is a-churning,</div><div>From gross to pure sub-lime,<br />We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">aspire</span> or are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">un</span>-willing,<br />It will merge with God in time.<br /></div></div>rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-69278621640130659762023-09-29T11:21:00.000+05:002023-09-29T11:21:32.466+05:00Dear God<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dear God, i wish i could know You more,<br />
<div>See Your Love around everywhere,</div>
<div>
You are with me, i would know for sure,</div>
<div>
I would know what to do and dare.</div>
<div>My thoughts to You i could then just mumble,</div>
<div>
And ask You how and why,</div>
<div>
This world, this bubble of boiling trouble,</div>
<div>
Is a puzzle from earth to sky.</div>
<div>
I wish<b>, </b>quite oft i could telephone,</div>
<div>
Or e-mail You my query, </div>
<div>
Impart to You what i fear alone,</div>
<div>
Abandon all my worry.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
</div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-58616356021927037522023-08-27T17:11:00.001+05:002023-10-24T12:05:30.973+05:00....and they shall never heed ( written after the floods )<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The time is come, and doom is here,<br />
But only for the poor and meek;<br />
Their world was small,<br />
Soon lost and gone,<br />
Those left have drowned in grief.<br />
<br />
Doom's not yet come,<br />
For thick-hyded ones,<br />
Of selfish greed who reek<br />
The world's their all,<br />
They'll indulge for long,<br />
And they shall never heed.</div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-83145865071761734042023-03-03T19:40:00.000+05:002023-06-17T18:07:12.533+05:00Clouded Souls.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Memories of pain and shame,<br />
Linger around a trembling heart,<br />
Gripped with fear.<br />
<br />
When tears have flowed like the crazy rain,<br />
Still left within the clouded soul,<br />
Is a dewdrop tear.<br />
<br />
A sob merges with the dark in vain,<br />
Like a sigh stretching through eternity,<br />
Its presence clear.<br />
<br />
And so this clinging, nagging pain,<br />
Is a part of me I cannot see,<br />
Or even hear.
<br /></div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-56038702543532388332023-02-02T05:25:00.000+05:002023-06-17T18:09:13.581+05:00forever <p> </p><br />Tread softly,<br />There are hearts around.<br />Speak only,<br />With a loving sound.<br /><br />Degrading sarcasm <br />Can break endeavour,<br />Or coldly numb<div>A spirit forever.<br /><br />Some gripping pain,<br />Or piercing hurt,<br />May awaken again,<br />With an unkind word.<br /><br />A harsh glare,<br />May imprint terror,<br />Or bring to despair,<br />A heart forever.</div>rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-67634785856648137572021-06-04T11:49:00.003+05:002022-04-11T10:41:30.413+05:00The Message <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">The sky smiles, and is fond of me,</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">The stars twinkle and laugh with me,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">The seas spread out to embrace me,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">And send their waves to greet me.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">The breeze surrounds and caresses me,<br /></span></span>The rainbow pleasing in all glory,<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">The flowers bloom, for me to see.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">The trees whisper secrets to me,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">Suddenly, it dawns on me............, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-weight: normal;">They are telling me,</span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-weight: normal;">That God likes me ! </span></div>
</div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-43744011706328638052016-10-01T11:46:00.001+05:002023-08-27T17:09:04.549+05:00...and they shall never heed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The time is come, and doom is here,<br />
But only for the poor and meek;<br />
Their world was small,<br />
Soon lost and gone,<br />
Those left have drowned in grief.<br />
<br />
Doom's not yet come,<br />
For thick-hyded ones,<br />
Of greed for wealth who reek,<br />
The world's their all,<br />
They'll indulge for long,<br />
And they shall never heed.</div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-38752886779775075782016-06-07T04:30:00.000+05:002016-06-07T05:24:14.666+05:00by the sea.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Oh..........to sit by the sea ,<br />
And weep , and weep , and weep .<br />
Just to lie as a sobbing heap ,<br />
Until every tear-drop dries ,<br />
Until there is no grief in my eyes .<br />
To feel the breeze caress and sympathize ,<br />
To see the waves in their earnestness rise ,<br />
Console me , hear my cries ,<br />
Until the ache in my heart dies.</div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-27183115156367179472015-12-28T20:56:00.000+05:002019-09-29T21:57:30.626+05:00The Princess and the pea <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
All through the night, the weary night,
<br />
The princess could not sleep,
<br />
The mattresses were soft alright,
<br />
Which the kind inn-lady heaped.
<br />
<br />
It was the morning maid who found out why,
<br />
The princess could not sleep,
<br />
Beneath mattresses heaped up high,
<br />
There was a tiny pea !
<br />
<br />
Love was there,
<br />
At the radiant fair,
<br />
And the kith and kin were beaming.
<br />
<br />
Songs were sung,
<br />
And dances done,
<br />
There was care and celebrating.
<br />
<br />
As the music hummed,
<br />
All spite was shunned,
<br />
And the good folk laughed together.
<br />
<br />
But suddenly joy left her face,
<br />
Beside her, walking with her pace,
<br />
Was an odious, oggling, lecher.
<br />
<br />
"He's just a dog", they said, "Just let him stare",
<br />
"His sly offending words, you must forbear"
<br />
"Enjoy! Be alive, now or never"
<br />
<br />
She locked all doors,
<br />
She stayed in-doors,
<br />
None understood her ever.</div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-51413791895162252752015-10-30T11:31:00.000+05:002015-10-30T21:51:12.304+05:00Eternal Peace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Souls , littered on the earth's surface ,<br />
Are parts of God , His Loving Grace ,<br />
Each one with restless heart ,<br />
Searches for his other part ,<br />
His search , alas is all in vain ,<br />
Alone he dwells in sorrow and pain ,<br />
And then does life end at last ,<br />
Away his fleshy debris is cast ,<br />
His Soul enters God's Embrace ,<br />
And merges with His Lord , His Grace ,<br />
And so , there is Eternal Peace ,<br />
And Everlasting Love and Ease .</div>
rabbaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17584072467128966336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486201415203865986.post-5028180668669676742015-07-05T12:32:00.000+05:002015-10-21T16:17:27.888+05:00godly attributes//names of Allah<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My rosary beads move on,<br />
To cleanse my heart of sin,<br />
My hand seems of my murshid,<br />
It is He who is here-in,<br />
When a heart is purely prayer,<br />
Himself.....He dwells there-in !<br />
His face is.......as of me !<br />
My face is...... as of him.<br />
All is well, I need not worry,<br />
Because Allah is within.<br />
May murshid live for long,<br />
And His gentle ways with him.</div>
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